Mar 4, 2016

The Luncheoneers

via BUGS

Horus has only made one Luncheoneer comment to me. I’m sure he has forgotten it and I am sure he has outgrown it.

The Luncheoneer comment was when I said interviewers were AFRAID to interview me.

Horus gave me that look I have seen on a Thousand Luncheoneer faces, and said, “Now, Bob, I think you’re overestimating yourself.”

No, they are just plain scared of me. And Horus has known that quite a while.

I call this twisted lip look The Luncheoneer look because it is the standard reaction from people who say, “I had lunch with President Reagan or “I had lunch with Donald Trump.”

These are the very people for whom power-brokers in Washington put on their Deepest Southern Accent.

The Luncheoneers ALWAYS fall for it.

My prime example is the late Senator Sam Ervin of North Carolina.

Ervin USED — I repeat USED — a Southern accent that would have seemed excessive in Hattiesburg, Mississippi.

Ervin’s favorite lead-in was “I’m just a country lawyer from North Carolina.”

Howard Baker of Tennessee was Ranking Member on the Senate Judiciary Committee in a period when Ervin was Chairman, and once when Ervin pulled that “country lawyer” line out Baker lost his temper and said, “Goddamnit, Sam, You are a summa cum laude graduate of the Harvard Law School!”

Sam leaned back in his Chair and replied, “Yea, Howard, but nobody is ever going to know it.”

Sam was right as usual.

The people who live by who had lunch with Kissinger or Trump, the Luncheoneers, just like the Celebrity Fart folks today had not the slightest idea who real power was exercised with.

And they didn’t CARE.

Power is complicated and hard to put into a simple press release.

And when it comes to power, you will note I am giving this explanation only to BUGSERS, and nobody else would WANT it.

My picture of a Luncheoneer is someone who is a bit like Superman:  He looks like his coats and tie are an outfit PERFECTLY made for him as a child, and which he has worn all his life.

In the evening he just puts his collar on a coat hanger and sleeps in his closet until dawn.

The Luncheoneer reports the world as he sees it and as his readers want to see it: A place where the Power Players are the ones who had lunch with or call the President by his first name.

Not only do I not object to this, it was a major source of my power.

My only problem is when I am honestly trying to judge the effect of my latest power play and the person I am talking to turns, however briefly into a Luncheoneer.

You see, the problem with Luncheoneers News was that which I did never showed up in the news.  I have had a hundred “white genocides” that went viral before the Internet but the whole point was nobody CAUGHT them.

So I depended on the few people in Washington who understood real power.  They were few and VERY far between.

So when people like Horus, however temporarily, gave me the old “You are overestimating yourself” with the curved lip, it was a serious problem.

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