Closing night at the RNC was like viewing a re-make of Back to the Future. It was déjà vu all over again. There was the loveable, old fuddy-duddy, Emmett “Doc” Brown, played by Clint Eastwood along with his aging protégée,“Mittens” McFly, who came skateboarding down a red carpet and onto the stage. Sitting glumly in the audience was his one-time debate bully “Biff” Gingrich and his adorable wife, who keeps her paunchy, power punching hubby on a short leash these days.
The podium was a virtual time machine that turned each speaker back to the good old days when no one had health care and the minimum wage was 75 cents an hour and the poor and minorities knew their place, women stayed home and no one worried about the oceans rising or could find Afghanistan on a map. The audience loved it, especially the intermingling of 20th century Horatio Alger stories.
Like the original film, the RNC version had a little something for everybody: science fiction, illusion, fantasy, though I was surprised they didn’t drive a retrofitted DeLorean DMC-12 onto the stage at the end and jet the Romneys straight off to the White House
Along the way, the conversation might have been similar to the one from the old film:
Marty McFly: “Hey, Doc, we better back up. We don't have enough road to get up to 88.”
Dr. Emmett Brown: “Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.”
Where Mitt Romney is taking us we won’t need health care or Social Security. No need for public services, or child care, or student loans, or school lunches. In his new world we will vaporize our problems and voucherize the rest.
Back to the Future could be closer than you think and a lot scarier than the original story ever was.
P.S. I’m off to Charlotte for the Democratic National Convention next week. Fired Up! will have a special reporter covering the event and the Missouri delegation.