Roanoke Times
Copyright (c) 1995, Landmark Communications, Inc.
DATE: THURSDAY, March 19, 1992 TAG: 9203180159
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Incidentally, it doesn't surprise me that Americans are not interested in the political process.
When you live in a nation in which somebody is running for something every second, you tend to say the hell with it - no matter what Miz Sandpiper used to teach in civics class.
But, returning to the questions, we find that the candidates apparently are not likely to rise to great intellectual heights or end up being the life of the party.
All of which shouldn't surprise anybody.
Incidentally, President Bush - who makes all those jokes about the time he threw up in Japan - did not take part in the wire service survey.
Everybody knows what his favorite snack is anyway.
I don't have the space here to go into all of the candidates and their preferences, so we will pay more attention to Democrat Jerry Brown.
This is not to suggest, even faintly, that I'm endorsing anybody at this time.
It's just that, well, Jerry comes off as this really wild and wonderful guy.
Said his favorite music is Gregorian chants and his favorite television show is C-SPAN.
Whoa. How'd you like to go out for drinks with this guy? Or to a toga party, maybe.
And his favorite snack is apples. None of those terrible Chee-tos things that Republican Pat Buchanan eats.
His dream car - you will recall that Jerry used to talk about Spaceship Earth a lot - is a non-polluting, energy efficient, American-made automobile.
Straight stick, I guess, with no tape deck. Unless Jerry has a lot of Gregorian chants on tape.
Boy, you'd never find this guy on a yacht somewhere with a chickie baby.
Actually, I don't think there are any chickie babies who might want to go sailing with someone that dull.
We could say here that Democrat Paul Tsongas doesn't appear to be your average Playboy of the Western World, either.
Said the last book he read was "O Pioneers!" by Willa Cather. His dream car is a Jeep Cherokee, and everybody knows Playboys of the Western World wouldn't be caught dead in that kind of yuppy vehicle.
(We're talking here of the modern Jeep Cherokee, not of the gutsier 1978 model.)
In conclusion, let me say that I don't know what any of the above means.
It is nice to know, however, that some people still read Willa Cather.
by CNB