Every few months, some ordinary person arises from the undifferentiated swarm of Americans and is turned into the poster boy or the poster girl of some political battle du jour.
This time it's been Cliven Bundy, the Nevada rancher who's a scofflaw and deadbeat to the feds — who want him to pay $1 million in back fees owed for 20 years of lawless cattle grazing — and to his rancher neighbors, who have paid their super-cheap government fees all along. To the armed anti-government scores who have turned up at Bundy's place to convince the world that contumaciousness is patriotic, he's the right message and the right messenger.
It was perfect, until Bundy — in the manner of so many people who find a microphone in front of their faces — couldn't stop talking (see also,
But his "I want to tell you one more thing I know about the Negro" remarks — like how African Americans were maybe better off when they were slaves with cotton to pick — suddenly saw some of his higher-profile adherents drop away.
Bundy had praised radio and TV host Sean Hannity as a "hero," but Hannity, after more or less returning the favor at first, called Bundy's jawboning "beyond repugnant."
Sens. Rand Paul (R-Ky.) and Dean Heller (R-Nev.) and Texas Gov.
It happens so often that Las Vegas may have a betting line, not on whether these folks will implode but when. The Cliven Bundys of American politics, bit players who are suddenly promoted to center stage, are never as good as their adherents want them to be. They are not empty vessels, but they are flawed ones.
Tawana Brawley's case briefly became a racial cause celebre in the 1980s. She was found in a trash bag, covered with feces, with "
The public revulsion against her putative attackers and the outpouring of sympathy for Brawley dried up. Eventually, one of the men she accused, a public prosecutor, won court judgments for defamation against her and the Rev. Al Sharpton, who had hitched his wagon to Brawley's flickering star and leveraged her story to national prominence as a mostly self-appointed arbiter of race relations. (A Sharpton press release on the Sterling fracas: "I look forward" to speaking with the NBA "to make sure this never happens again.")
"Joe the Plumber," an Ohio man lionized by the 2008 GOP presidential ticket for confronting then-candidate
And Norma McCorvey, the deeply troubled "Jane Roe" in Roe vs. Wade, disappointed her fans when she went very public about changing her beliefs about abortion, campaigning against abortion rights and turning away from lesbianism.
The next time — and there will be a next time — one of these populist men or women of the hour looks like the human banner for the right or the left to run up the flagpole, I want every last one of you who's ready to pick up a gun or a picket sign to do this first:
Click on Netflix or turn on your DVD players and watch "Citizen Ruth." It is the first feature film
By the end, you almost feel sorry for Ruth, which is how you know it's a movie and not the real world, the one populated by the Cliven Bundys whom the nation so thoughtlessly and desperately creates.