For some light Sunday bloggery, we spend today having a look at the United States presidential race — and I’m thinking particularly about the primary election process. It’s a strange trip, yes, truly a strange trip, as I’ve noted here before, and the only sensible comparison I can make involves one of my favourite bits of Monty Python humour. And so, I give you this, from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and I leave it as an exercise for the reader how this relates to what we’ve been trying to do here for the last, oh, 18 months, give or take.
Woman: Order, eh, ’oo does he think he is? Hmph.
Arthur: I am your king!
Woman: Well, I didn’t vote for you.
Arthur: You don’t vote for kings.
Woman: Well, ’ow d’you become king then?
Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I’m your king!
Dennis: Listen... strange women lyin’ in ponds distributin’ swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Arthur: Be quiet!
Dennis: But you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
Arthur: Shut up!
Dennis: I mean, if I went ’round sayin’ I was an empereror just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away!
Arthur: Shut up! Will you shut up!