Biden’s act, &c.

Joe Biden speaks at the U.S. Conference of Mayors in Orlando, Fla., June 15, 2012.


I’ve been sick of Joe Biden’s act for — well, I think it’s about the 25th anniversary. Do you remember his rip-off of Neil Kinnock during the 1988 campaign? (Biden ran for the Democratic presidential nomination that year.)

In clumsy imitation of the British Labour leader, Biden said, “I started thinking as I was coming over here, why is it that Joe Biden is the first in his family ever to go to a university? Why is it that my wife, who is sitting out there in the audience, is the first in her family to ever go to college? Is it because our fathers and mothers were not bright? Is it because I’m the first Biden in a thousand generations to get a college and a graduate degree that I was smarter than the rest?”

Maybe Biden should have worked for a further degree in English grammar.

Anyway, this was Biden a couple of weeks ago, before a conference of mayors: “My dad never worked in a Food Fair. My dad never wore a blue collar. Barack makes me sound like I just climbed out of a mine in Scranton, Pennsylvania, carrying a lunch bucket. No one in my family worked in a factory.”

People get a kick out of ol’ Joe. I’m more in the kicking school. To me, one of the sweetest things about an Obama defeat in November would be Biden’s exit from politics.

Above, did you notice the “Barack”? Biden likes to refer to the president by his first name in public. This is, I’m pretty sure, unprecedented in American history. And interesting.

I did a piece two years ago called “‘Barack and I’: What’s in a first name?” Go here.

Now to the media. Sometimes the mask slips, or falls thuddingly to the ground — and we are better off for it. In the first week of this month, Les Moonves, the head of CBS News, attended an Obama fundraiser in Hollywood. He said that “ultimately journalism has changed” and that “partisanship is very much a part of journalism now.”

Again, this is a better world — where the head of CBS News can attend a fundraiser in Hollywood for a liberal Democrat, and do so openly and without apology. At least once, the New York Times’s Supreme Court reporter, Linda Greenhouse, participated in a “pro-choice” rally.

Why not? The “mainstream media” have pretended for too long. (Still, I think it would be swell to have some neutral media — strictly the news — and then opinion outlets, such as our beloved magazine, National Review.)

Barack Obama made up several key parts of his world-famous autobiography. Ho-hum. People think it’s no big deal, or even kinda cool: What an artiste our president is! No boring old reality for him!

Yet if a Republican such as George W. Bush had made up his autobiography . . . If Sarah Palin had . . .

For eight years, I heard from the Left that Reagan claimed to have liberated concentration camps, personally. I remember this classic Ann Arbor woman, throwing it in my face . . .

In my new history of the Nobel Peace Prize, I have a section, of course, on Rigoberta Menchú, the 1992 laureate. (She won in that year because it was the 500th anniversary of Columbus’s discovery of, or encounter with, America, and the committee wanted to stick it to ol’ Chris, somehow.) In 1983, a book was written in her name: I, Rigoberta Menchú. In the late 1990s, it was found to be fraudulent in respects both major and minor.

Menchú responded that she had spoken “my truth.” And that she had “a right to my own memories.” Her publisher, Verso (significant name), cited the peculiarity of “oral cultures,” saying that “the distinction between what has happened to oneself and what has happened to close relatives or friends can be easily lost.” The response of our professoriate was typified by the chairman of Wellesley’s Spanish department: “Rigoberta Menchú has been used by the Right to negate the very important space that multiculturalism is providing in academia. Whether her book is true or not, I don’t care.”

People tell things the way they want it to be, I guess. It’s why Elizabeth Warren says she’s Cherokee. There is this weird longing to be part of a victim group or victim saga.

“Maybe I’m not Cherokee, but I should be.” “Maybe my grandfather wasn’t tortured by imperialists, but he should have been.” “This is my truth.”

When I was growing up, there was this expression on the left, almost a slogan: “The personal is political.” There could be no truly private sphere; nothing apart from politics. Everything, no matter how apolitical, was actually political. It was one of the reasons I rebelled against the Left: I thought this sentiment, this belief, was repellent, and soul-destroying.

I thought of it when reading that the Obama campaign was asking people to give campaign donations in lieu of wedding, birthday, and anniversary gifts. Nothing says “Congratulations on your big day” like a hundred bucks to the Big O!

Do you attend weddings laced with politics (always from one side, of course)? I do. A recent one — which was glorious in every other respect — sounded like the Democratic convention come early. I said I couldn’t wait to get back to National Review so as to be in a less political atmosphere.

Every day, we hear that conservatives oppose President Obama, and are eager for his defeat, because he’s black. Because, of course, we conservatives just love Joe Biden, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, John Kerry, Al Gore, Barbara Boxer, Chris Dodd, Hillary Clinton, Barney Frank, Debbie Wasserman Schultz . . .

Is it not enough that the Left is malicious and defamatory? Do they have to be so all-fired stupid too?