Boy Howdy-Doody

While the rest of the country seemed dumbstruck in the verbal presence of our Gov’, Brian Schweitzer, I know I’m not the only Montanan who just rolled his eyes when they saw him hooping and hollering at the Democratic Convention.   We’ve seen this hayseed put on his bolo tie before, and we’re not impressed by his fourth grade grammar.

Sadly, the rest of the country now views us as a little bit slow, a little bit tawdry, and a whole lot of hick. That’s not the Montana image I rally around. We may be pragmatic, down-to-earth, and all know a little bit more about where our food comes from. But, we’re not, and Schweitzer’s not, dumb.  He’s got a Masters degree (from that other university in Montana), lots of street smart, and just a bit of worldy experience (time in the middle east, trade arrangements and the like). Many of us are well educated, both in the school of hard knocks and in the hallowed halls of academia.  We may not be folk of many words, but that’s just ‘cos we’re listening and cogitating.

I’ve got to say I preferred the populist Schweitzer better. The man of the street who visited every county in the state, most of them more than once. The man who held listening sessions in every town, small and large. Today, by contrast, we get robo-calls of his voice powered by some out-of-state telemarketer.

Now, I just feel had. I don’t know what he stands for any longer, other than a grandstanding glamor pony. He seems more interested in the national stage than the local one where he did so well.  And I just don’t see the appeal being a longplayer once the novelty wears off.  And it will.

Weather Montana?

So, everyone is saying that Montana is in play this year. As in, game-on McCain.

The attention is welcome, and we Montanans pride ourselves in not being predictable.  Frankly, it should be an interesting fight.

If only Mr. McCain would show up.  I mean, why wouldn’t he? It’s not like the weather is bad (at least this time of year).  You’d think he’d enjoy our maverick way of thinking, our politeness, and our willingness to hear him out.  Heck, it would even be a generous welcome, sort of a friendly crowd.

The notion of being a flyover state seems so ‘last year’. Well, four years ago. The West is changing. A dynamic, free-flowing economy that is attracting all sorts of interest and investment. You saw it in Denver, and you’d see it in Salt Lake, Boise, Albuquerque, and Tucson. The West is no longer a given. We’re independent. We’re free thinking (as one of the local rags likes to say).

The danger for Montana, of course, is that we do indeed turn out to be worth ignoring. Irrelevent, so to speak. If the delegate count turns out to be a blowout, then those little ol’ 3 won’t count for much. But, the polls were saying it was going to be close. And, I’d reckon that it’ll be even closer than that once the curtain is closed and people have to pull the lever.

So, c’mon McCain. Come visit! We’ve had Paul, Hillary, Hillary, Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama, and Obama. And, it will soon be hunting season. Come show us that your values match our values. Maybe you’ll get your elk.

Hello world!

If the verb is, to bink, then the past tense is bunk, isn’t it?   Binky did that.