Ted Cruz -- political career from an oil/defense state
Bobby Jindahl -- oil state
Scott Walker -- joined at the hip with the Kochs and their industry
Jeb Bush -- some 4, maybe 5 generations of oil and armaments industry
Chris Christy -- NJ is home to Standard/Esso
Any others? I must have forgotten something.
But -- "The fix is in!"
For any of the remaining batch, there's the equal likelihood that one of these will be the next Dick Cheney.
The AR-15 and the bacon? Not presidential! It may pander to the cornpone shitasses in the Texas red counties, but it looks like Ronald MacDonald selling boogers. Inspiration from a backwoods culture that inspired characters for "No Country for Old Men:"
"Llew-ellen?! Where'd ya get the gun?!"
"From the gettin' place . . . "
"What's in the bag?"
"Two million dollars . . . "
"Ah jus' don' know what our country is comin' to . . . the drugs, the guns . . 10 years ago, if you'd a tol' me our child-urn would be walkin' down the street with green hair and bones in their noses . . . Ah wouldn'a believe'd it! . . . What does it all mean?!"
Now. You can tell me I'm "another type of bigot." I despise cowboy hats, boots that look like mother's shoes, bolo ties and shirts with little thing-a-ma-bobs sewn all over them.
I go to my Media Center library and put on Bogdanovich's "The Last Picture Show" about the fictional Anarene, Texas, so I can point my finger, mimic and laugh about all the cornpones and their sad, sad lives.
But I have a right to my little foibles. My family was in Texas 10 years after the "war of independence" and a hundred years before the carpet-bagger Bushes settled in Midland.
Three generations later, when they were opening a public school and my father and siblings began attending after their first years learning their lessons in Polish or Czech at their little Catholic community school, the little cornpone Anglos would set upon them, beating them down with "Dumb pollacks and Catholics!" My father's head injury was a ticking time-bomb. I was 9 when it went off.
We had enough of those anyway: three presidents? Four wars.
I salute the people of Austin, and the memory of Molly Ivins.