No Place Like Home
McCain and Obama are getting into a little tiff about who’s richer and more out-of-touch with the economic realities of your average American, this one highlighted by McCain’s professed inability to remember just how many houses he owns. So now it looks like it’s going to become something of an asset on the campaign trail to be poorer than the other guy.
If that’s the case, then Obama should pick me for Vice-President; I’m sure I have way less money than anyone he’s going to find in the Senate, a state governor’s mansion, and probably even in his Rolodex, too. And if it helps, I could be even more broke, too—just say the word and I can easily get rid of any extra dollars in my wallet or bank account.
I do hope, in any case, that the Democrats get some traction out of McCain’s admission; there is something pretty clueless in being unable to say how many homes one owns. Now, I’ll admit I sometimes get confused by the number of bicycles I have—it’s a matter of whether you count the tandem, really, and then whether it should be construed as one or two—but houses are another thing altogether; I wonder if he knows how many cars he has, as well. Or Rolexes. Or gold-plated toilet seats.
Of course, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with having more than one home—although I always thought it would be a drag to have to shop for all the requisite towels, silverware, and cleaning supplies, and as someone who spends inordinate amounts of time tearing around just one house looking for his misplaced keys, the thought of having to do so in four or seven abodes seems hopeless. Still, after the apartments in Paris and Manhattan, the beach house in Malibu, the ranch in New Mexico, and the renovated Craftsman bungalow in Seattle, what else do you need?
And that’s only five houses, but really, who’s counting?
If that’s the case, then Obama should pick me for Vice-President; I’m sure I have way less money than anyone he’s going to find in the Senate, a state governor’s mansion, and probably even in his Rolodex, too. And if it helps, I could be even more broke, too—just say the word and I can easily get rid of any extra dollars in my wallet or bank account.
I do hope, in any case, that the Democrats get some traction out of McCain’s admission; there is something pretty clueless in being unable to say how many homes one owns. Now, I’ll admit I sometimes get confused by the number of bicycles I have—it’s a matter of whether you count the tandem, really, and then whether it should be construed as one or two—but houses are another thing altogether; I wonder if he knows how many cars he has, as well. Or Rolexes. Or gold-plated toilet seats.
Of course, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with having more than one home—although I always thought it would be a drag to have to shop for all the requisite towels, silverware, and cleaning supplies, and as someone who spends inordinate amounts of time tearing around just one house looking for his misplaced keys, the thought of having to do so in four or seven abodes seems hopeless. Still, after the apartments in Paris and Manhattan, the beach house in Malibu, the ranch in New Mexico, and the renovated Craftsman bungalow in Seattle, what else do you need?
And that’s only five houses, but really, who’s counting?
posted by Professor Dave at 11:47 AM
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