Friday, August 08, 2008

Man, you are too square. I'll have to straighten you out. Now, listen, you don't go any one special place. That's cornball style. You just go.

Via Brad at Sadly, No we take this wonderful dip into the pool of lunacy that is Peggy Noonan:

"As for Mr. McCain, I think he had the best moment of the month this week at the big motorcycle convention in Sturgis, S.D., when he was greeted with that mighty roar. And his great line: "As you may know, not long ago a couple hundred thousand Berliners made a lot of noise for my opponent. I'll take the roar of 50,000 Harleys any day." Oh, that was good. "

For me the saddest thing about McCain at that Harley rally was the realization that riding a 1200cc motorcycle is no longer the ultimate act of sticking it to the man. Those weren't freedom-loving rebels in South Dakota who had spent their lives in and out of prison, covered in tats and scars where some badass shoved a broken bottle through their gut.

These were whitebread Republicans, accountants and office managers, playing at being rebels. Those guys revving their motorcycles while McCain babbled senselessly are nothing more than weekend warriors, no different than SCAers or Civil War re-enactors. Little kids playing dress up. (*)

The guys that made up the Hell's Angels of the 60s and 70s, the gang that famously acted as security for the Rolling Stones only to knife one of their fans to death, wouldn't be caught dead cheering like that for a politician of either party. For those guys politics was part of the establishment and the establishment was not to be trusted.

Even if those rebel bikers decided that there was something to be had through political involvement I can't imagine for a second that they wouldn't see right through the faux-machismo and chest-puffing represented by the current leadership of the Republican party. Men like George Bush, Dick Cheney or the John McCain of today wouldn't survive five minutes of the sort of hazing bike gangs regularly employee on new members. Those effeminate poseurs in their $500 dollar loafers would faint outright.

Sorry, Peggy. There was nothing special about McCain inviting himself to that biker rally and hitting a cord. Most of the people at that rally pretend rebels. Just like John McCain.

(*That is NOT to say that SCAers are little kids. Some of my best friends like to don armor and joust.)


Unconventional Conventionist said...

I saw a bunch of those bikers last weekend, and let me tell you this; a lot of them are white collar by day, biker POSERS on the weekend.

But your point about the real bikers establishment rejection is spot on. True outlaws don't give a shit about what some grumpy old law and order dude says. At all.

Don Snabulus said...

Those bikers were as phony as Peggy Noonan, and that is saying something.

Dean Wormer said...


"Biker posers" used to connate something fun. Like a pictorial spread involving a girl, a motorcycle and lots of leather.


Ha! True.

Bradda said...

So that's why McCain called them the heart and soul of Amurrica! It all makes sense now...

Fran said...

Peggy Noonan and the little balls of crap that fall out of her mouth!

Dean Wormer said...


Xactly. They're the mayonnaise in the American sandwich.


Yes, THAT Peggy Noonan with the crappy balls mouth.