Arnold Schwarzenegger cares, so much so that he had a San Jose road crew create a pothole just so he could be witnessed grooming it with an asphalt rake.
You have to love the sheer gall of the guy, corralling a well-compensated city PW crew for another one of his dippy publicity stunts. Message sent and received, Chief. You care so much, you have us peons pay these union hacks $35/hr. to turn a crack into a pothole, so the cameras can catch the filling of it.
It's all just another episode in the Kabuki theatre that comprises the life of Herr Gröpenführer. To attempt to ascribe meaning to this nonsense would be like trying to cut through the thicket of jumbled syntax and stubbed-toe oratory of George W. Bush.
The Doobie Brothers? Really? How 1981, dude. It's as if he left this event to put on some medallions, unbutton his silk shirt halfway, do a couple lines, and head to the drive-in to see if he could score any of the babes waiting to see Cooley High.
I mean, half the songs in the rock n' roll canon contain some reference to driving and/or the putatively freeing aspect of same; and this was the song he settled on to get his message across? Jeebus. He might as well have picked Foghat's Slow Ride.
Well, maybe the residents of the neighborhood at least enjoyed the little show. Let's find out.
D'oh! Guess not.
Oh man, this is rich. Too hilarious. So what we've got here is the tough-guy action hero on the run from nurses and teachers. If being a "girlie man" is bad, then what is it when you're the sort of wuss who hides from said girlie men?
Why don't you just run along back to one of your rich out-of-state distributors of thick envelopes, tough guy? You're on your way out; California does not need any more of your mindless catch-phrases and cartoon antics.
I never thought Arnold Schwarzenegger would make me miss a tool like Gray Davis, but then I never thought a mouth-breathing pud like George W. Bush would make me miss an oversexed galoot like Bill Clinton. Truth really is stranger than fiction.
What we are finding out here, both at the state and national levels, is that politics is an actual skill, and that mere soapbox populism gets nothing done once the cameras are off and the crowd has gone home to watch Rob and Amber Get Married. Actual work is involved, actual skill and attention is required, and all the stale script lines in the world won't change that. Davis and Clinton understood that, regardless of how off-putting their respective antics could be at times.
This may date back to Arnold's appearance at the Republican National Convention last year. Until then, he had been very adept at controlling the scope of his appearances and coverage, and managing his talking points very closely. But an event of the scale of the RNC required broader vision, and Arnold failed in that regard.
Oh sure, he talked a good game about poor immigrant kid making good in the land of opportunity. But he also invoked Richard Nixon as his avatar of grand political thought. Nixon was a smart guy, no doubt, and more socially moderate in domestic matters than many of his detractors may think. But he is still the epitome of corruption in government for most Americans old enough to remember.
Further, Arnold embellished his land of opportunity script at the RNC with a story about his childhood in Austria, about being practically surrounded by occupying Soviet tanks. Both Russian and Austrian authorities have said that the Soviets had long withdrawn out of Styria province by the time young Arnold would have been aware of the world around him. So he's a bullshitter to boot, and all this was brought up almost immediately after the RNC.
It's easy to sneak up on rubes at Applebee's and wow them into supporting you while you're in the room, but people who are serious about policy and the formation thereof know a huckster when they see one. And after Schwarzenegger gets voted out next year, and sees his political career die on the vine, I'm sure he will do well helping Bob Dole sell boner pills during nightly network news commercial breaks.