This is written on an iPhone, so will be mercifully short. We are off the Haute Route, tired and smug and self-satisfied, two people in our late sixties climbing and descending thousands of feet, crossing a glacier with fast-running streams and icy banks, enduring seemingly endless rock slides, some unsettled. Magnificent views we had, and wonderful people we met, and we are tired.
I had a Facebook exchange last night that turned out so funny I wanted to share it. Mary Sheehy Moe is an up-and-comer in Montana politics. Her dad was a well-known judge, and the name “Sheehy” is in the peerage, though i cannot make American links.
Mary is, like Bernie Sanders, controlled opposition. That is the only kind of opposition the Democratic Party tolerates within its ranks. I know this because she has been heavily promoted at the “Montana Cowgirl” website, a faux-populist blog run behind the scenes by the Montana Democratic Party.
I don’t get why people ‘trust’ politicians. But they do. They have faith in them, and endure endless disappointment, but always stay the course. It is perhaps an expression of helplessness. I suggested to a soon-to-be ex-Facebook friend that politicians are people who, like Hoover in the movie Animal House, look to see where the parade is going, bump off the real leader, steal the baton and lead the marching band down a dead-end alley. Like Bernie did.
By accident during this exchange I clicked on Sheehy’s Facebook page. I had to laugh – she is right on cue and right out of Animal House.