A presidential election looms on the horizon, and already the nation's great organs of opinion -- and occasionally of fact -- are gearing up to serve the commonweal and, ever so quietly, their own biases.
Already we're told that Herman Cain -- the non-politician seeking the Republican nomination -- had two untoward incidents in the 1990s with ladies who were not his wife ... or maybe he did not. He pleads innocent. His wife does too.
Then there's Gov. Rick Perry. He has appeared hesitant on the debate platform. First, he said he was fatigued. Then, he explained that he's a bad debater.
And so what? Ours is not a parliamentary system, and the only time a candidate's ability to debate is exigent is during election time. After that, a candidate's powers of debate matter about as much as a candidate's facility with chopsticks. Judgment, decisiveness, managerial skill and experience are what matter. Witness the pitiable floundering of the Obama administration.
As for speaking in public, one can use a teleprompter, as our present chief executive does. At least he did, until the truck carrying the presidential teleprompters disappeared, and with it went the presidential seal too. President Barack Obama really liked his presidential seal, and I publicly plead with the scoundrels who took the truck to give the seal back. Or perhaps the infamous Koch brothers could buy our president a new one.
At any rate, the presidential season is upon us, so I expect to discover many shocking things in our public-spirited press. Though I must say ancient charges of sexual indiscretion by Cain startle me. When similar charges (and much else) were revealed two decades ago about President Bill Clinton in The American Spectator, my colleagues in the press were horrified. A tacit bond of good taste had been broken. Boys will be boys. They all do it. What is it that people have about this thing called sex? Has the Spectator no shame?
Ah well, at any rate there is a lot of hypocrisy in reporting politics. Still, it is a presidential race that faces us, and I've decided to look into what other journalists have through the years noticed as scandalous about our presidents. A veritable mother lode appeared in the July 1928 issue of American Mercury, edited by the great editor and man of letters H.L. Mencken.
The piece was not written by Mencken but by his much-under-esteemed colleague, George Jean Nathan, a drama critic but also a historian of Americana. If he were on the scene today and he could stand the indignity, I think he would make an excellent talking head, though the audience would need constant recourse to the dictionary and to a book on etiquette. Nathan was a well-educated gentleman and was very amusing.