Urbin Report

Friday, October 22, 2004

He's claiming a good track record...

via Croooow Blog, Joe Scarborough makes his prediction.

You know, in the early evening of the Iowa caucus, I told you a long time ago that Kerry and Edwards were the winners before the night began. That got more than a few laughs from fellow panelists. I was judged as being harsh later on for saying that Dick Gephardt was politically a dead man walking, but that ended up being the truth.

Then I said in real time that Howard Dean‘s rant was one of those defining moments in American politics that would end his campaign and that we would remember forever. Sure enough, I was right. In Boston, I was booed by Democrats for saying John Kerry rushed his convention speech. History proved me right.

In Miami, I was slammed, attacked, vilified, crucified politically by Republicans for blasting the president‘s pathetic debate performance. GOP commentators ripped me a new one. They ripped me apart, while the president‘s own wife was telling him the same thing upstairs at the White House residence, that he stunk the joint up.

Now, during the last debate, I was bombarded with phone calls from Democrats telling me how John Kerry was mopping up the floor with George Bush. I could only laugh into the telephone and ask for the name of their crack dealer. That debate in Arizona wasn‘t even close.

Now, of course, part of the outcome had to do with God, and the other, well, it had to do with lesbians. But we will talk about that in a minute. That leads me, though, to my latest prophetic sign. And it says, the end is near. Barring a bizarre October surprise, George W. Bush is going to be the president of the United States for another four years. You know, Kerry had moments to stand before the president, and he closed the gap, in part because the president chose to let him do so by not showing up at the first debate in Miami.

But now, after digesting John Kerry‘s robotic demeanor and his small-minded attempt to attack Dick Cheney‘s daughter, Americans decided, well, they had seen John Kerry, and they weren‘t so sure they wanted him sitting in the Oval Office. Now, I understand tonight that some of you that are watching this in Georgetown and on the Upper West Side of Manhattan and in West L.A. may not get it. But you usually don‘t.

But that‘s not the problem here, so don‘t feel bad about it. The relevant issue at hand is that Bob Shrum and Mary Beth Cahill and others in John Kerry‘s campaign never really understood what made those of us who live in Middle America tick. If you want to have John Kerry talk about faith, don‘t tell us he was an altar boy. If you want to show us your compassion for the vice president‘s daughter, then don‘t accuse her parents of—quote—“being ashamed of her,” as Mrs. Edwards did, or by calling her sexuality—quote—“fair game,” as John Kerry‘s campaign manager did.

No, the end is near for John Kerry, not because of George W. Bush‘s gifted policies or debate skills, but because of John Kerry‘s uneven, confusing and bizarre campaign.

And, oh, yes, one final thought tonight. Most of us in SCARBOROUGH COUNTRY hope like hell that our president gets down on his knees and prays to God almighty before sending young Americans off to die in a war. You may not get that, but we do.