What’s Right: Giving ‘Em Hell

I don’t know why the hell I keep sending these memos—none of you fellows (and women! I didn’t forget!) who call yourselves Democrats nowadays ever read them. I can see you young folks sniggering—you think I’m out-of-date, that I’ve nothing to say to the modem voter. Nowadays the only people who ever seem to have a good word for me are Republicans—can you imagine that? Well, I have news for you Democrats with all your Third Way bilgewater: Loud Hawaiian shirts never went out of date! Aerobic walking never went out of date! I never went out of date! So listen.

There were nine of you up on that stage at the University of South Carolina, and five of you might make a plausible president. The trouble is, not one of you makes even a half-way plausible candidate for president.

DF

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David Frum

I don’t know why the hell I keep sending these memos—none of you fellows (and women! I didn’t forget!) who call yourselves Democrats nowadays ever read them. I can see you young folks sniggering—you think I’m out-of-date, that I’ve nothing to say to the modem voter. Nowadays the only people who ever seem to have a good word for me are Republicans—can you imagine that? Well, I have news for you Democrats with all your Third Way bilgewater: Loud Hawaiian shirts never went out of date! Aerobic walking never went out of date! I never went out of date! So listen.

There were nine of you up on that stage at the University of South Carolina, and five of you might make a plausible president. The trouble is, not one of you makes even a half-way plausible candidate for president.