A good test of Presidential candidates is to ask how they would have acted as captain of the sinking Titanic.
McCain: Friends, we cannot cut and run in this war on terror in the vital North Atlantic shipping lanes. I have ordered the vessel to turn around and ram the iceberg again. We will hit it a hundred times, no a thousand times, till our enemy melts away. God bless the United Shipping Lines.
Hillary: There is a vast white conspiracy on starboard. There is a vast black (wink!) conspiracy on port. Why is everyone asking me all the questions? I said I am tested and ready for day 1, not day 4! No, corporate HQ didn’t pass my lifeboat mandate. Only sisters and toddlers please.
Obama: I do not agree with the chef’s lunch menu from yesterday. A 2004 Cabernet Blanc with steamed mussels is not how I would have done things, but Alessandro is a good man, been with us for over twenty years. No, I didn’t pick the drapes for the banquet hall either. I reject and denounce them thoroughly. And now, ladies and gentlemen, as we wait for change, for a new dawn aboard the Carpathia, here’s the first movement from Beethoven’s 9th to keep us buoyant.
Nader: Ha, ha, ha, I told ya! Now I’ll be captain for life.
Not convinced this is a sound way of conducting political analysis? Just check how some past presidents would have handled the situation and tell me I’m wrong.
Bill Clinton: Ayyh did not have a collision with that iceberg, Miss Leakinsky. What? That depends, sir, on the meaning of ‘sink’.
Nixon: I firmly deny any knowledge of the eighteen missing lifeboats. Very soon, you won’t have Dick Nixon to kick around any more, you rotten third class commies.
George H. W. Bush: What is a lifeboat, dear?
LBJ: We weren’t struck by ice. Our intelligence has confirmed that we were attacked by a great, white whale. All hands to deck, ahoy, ready the harpoons, full steam ahead.
JFK: Aaask not what the Titanic can do for youuu, aaask what you can do for the Titanic.
But the gold standard of conduct for a sinking ship’s head honcho must surely be that of Edward Smith who, with undiminished humor and infinite grace, asked the band to play on till the very end.
There is only one fella who can live up to that standard. I’m gonna miss ya, George Dubya!