Politics is a Stock Car Race

Don Surber makes a connection between NASCAR (my favorite sport) and politics (my favorite blood sport):

Politics is a stock car race, meaning the crashes into the wall are just as important as who wins. And far more entertaining. Edmund Muskie crying. Gary Hart’s follow-me romp. Dr. Howard Dean’s scream. Ah, sweet memories.

Last week, Barack Obama kissed the bricks as coasting on his good looks and charms took him only so far.

Yes, Jack Kennedy was around Obama’s age when he ran for president, but Kennedy also had written “Why England Slept,” commanded PT 109 and won a Pulitzer for “Profiles in Courage,” still one of the best books I ever read. When you have lost a couple years of your life and a brother in the battle against fascism, you tend to take the threat of communism a little more seriously.

Obama? Not a serious man.

That showed when he said he would befriend our enemies, invade our allies and not use nukes against al-Qaeda. He wanted to separate himself from Hillary Clinton. He did. Chaff from wheat.

Good points, though to be correct, Surber mixes up one analogy. "Kissing the bricks" is not a euphemism for crashing, but what the winner does at the end of the Brickyard 400 at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. He might better suggest that Obama got the political version of a Darlington stripe. It damaged the car but didn't put him out of the race.