But it can get you American Samoa.
All you good government goo goos, raise your hands. How many of you still think it essential for democracy that we “get money out of politics”? John Nichols, Jay Heck, Scott Milfred, Dave Zweifel — we’re looking at you, kid.
So Mike Bloomberg spent something like half a billion dollars running for president and all he got was American Samoa. He could have purchased the island itself for that amount. Tom Steyer, what did his millions get him? Hating on billionaires may get Bernie elected. California went big for Bernie last night. The line to vote off La Cienega Street in West Hollywood last night literally stretched around the block. I worked the line, telling everyone that all the candidates had dropped out and to go on home but had no takers.
Probably the candidate with the least cash was Uncle Joe Biden. Then again, the name is a household word. Challengers need cash to get their names known. But you still got to like the guy. Feel like you know him, would have a beer with him. U.S. Rep. James Clyburn was on MSNBC Tuesday night (yes, we watch until we can’t stand it). Said he told Joe to talk about himself, his values, his feelings, his essential humanity. On that score, Joe has it all over Mayor Pete (damn, I still can’t spell his last name), who came across as an automaton. Not one unscripted moment. (The incumbent, by contrast, is totally unscripted, it seems.) And don’t get us started on Bloomberg! You want him as city administrator, secretary of the treasury or commerce, something appointed. He is a manager, not a politician and I use the latter word with tremendous respect.
Joe Biden’s veep? Kamala Harris. Democrats remain a party riven by identity politics. She’s black, female, West Coast, and abrasive as 20-weight sandpaper. Balances off Joe. On the other hand, choosing Biden’s running mate is pretty much choosing his one-term successor. Let the auditions begin. As the newspapers here in West Hollywood, where I am prepping a movie script, put it in the run up to awards season, “For Your Consideration: [Name Here].”
No, Bernie will not get the nomination. Blaska wants the franchise for 4 by 8-foot sheets of plywood for all those Milwaukee storefront windows this hot and heavy August! (“Something’s happening here; what it is, ain’t exactly clear.”)
So, we didn’t get in to see a taping of Last Man Standing Tuesday evening at CBS studios (yes, even thought the show is on Fox). But on way back to West Hollywood had a thrill ride down twisty, curvaceous Laurel Canyon in my rented Jaguar XE. Major car watching. Featured comedian at the Comedy Store Monday on Sunset Blvd rolling a joint behind the driver’s wheel of his Bentley. Porsches, white Mercedes, and Teslas seem to be the vehicles of choice here, just east of Beverly (Hills, that is). The Petersen Museum did not disappoint.
Monday in the Santa Monica mountains, visited Paramount Movie Ranch only to learn it had burned down in one of the camp fires two years ago.
Guy at the desk said, “Moose out front should have told you.”