Bill Murchison

You can call the man a so-and-so if you want, but John Edwards' decision to go on with his presidential campaign, in the face of his wife's untreatable breast cancer, pairs perfectly with modern expectations about the White House and the exhilaration of the chase that leads there.

The main modern expectation, perhaps, is that a man (or woman) will do whatever is necessary to get there. So close your eyes. Ignore the racket and stench as the campaign wears on -- if you can, considering how long campaigns go on nowadays, and what goes on with them.

A U.S. presidential campaign is no walk in the park on a bright spring day, with the birds twittering merrily about us. Whoever seriously runs for president these days undertakes to think of virtually nothing else. A presidential campaign is monomaniacal, which should make us wonder more than we do about the monomaniacs who so often take up these exercises in self-fixation.

Probably we shouldn't vote for anyone who actually wants to be president, on the theory that wanting to be president is unhealthy. But that won't work. There would be no one to vote for.

Question: Why would any healthy person want to work the telephones three or four hours a day, hitting up friends and strangers for the multimillions it takes to run a modern campaign?

Why would any healthy person want to travel continuously around the country, living out of roller bags, dressing in front of hotel mirrors, trundling off to campaign breakfasts followed by campaign lunches followed by campaign dinners, wearing out the grin muscles, telling the same tired jokes, trying to look interested in the importunities of local well-wishers, phoning from cars, lobbies, private planes, asking, asking, asking, begging, begging, begging, promising, promising, promising? Why?

Often enough, it's because the people who do so can't help themselves. They're hooked on power. The 21st century U.S. presidency is power incarnate -- power to do good, to lead the world, to make people everywhere sit up and pay attention to you. Not always the kind of attention you want paid you -- true. Everybody in the world knows George W. Bush. A goodly number of those folk, here as well as abroad, wish -- to put it mildly -- they had never heard of him.

Still, the hotel rooms and cell phones beckon. It's the old temptation, the very oldest -- power for power's sake. And the personal fulfillment that goes with believing one's self to be esteemed, perhaps even loved. Why do so many need this reinforcement? No one can know. Candidates need it all the same. It explains the hotel rooms, the microphones, the cold coffee, the corny jokes.

Bill Murchison

Bill Murchison is the former senior columns writer for The Dallas Morning News and author of There's More to Life Than Politics.
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