Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Paul Ryan, Message Machine

An authority no less than The New York Times says a recent Paul Ryan riff was a "minor masterpiece of image calibration."

In the span of two dozen sentences, Ryan, the chairman of the House Budget Committee, mentioned the Bible, or rather a beginner’s version of it, which he said he was reading aloud to his 6-year-old son. He mentioned his truck and his appetite for hard rock, thus establishing automotive and musical affinities that balance his wonkier, number-crunching bona fides. He mentioned hunting — with a bow, no less.

Then came the capper. He mentioned his talent for what I’d like to call venison charcuterie, just because he so clearly wouldn’t. “I butcher my own deer, grind the meat, stuff it in casings and then smoke it,” he said, making clear that Sarah Palin in all her moose-eviscerating glory has nothing on him.

And thus his self-portrait as an outside-the-Beltway guy’s guy with grime (and maybe guts) under his fingernails was complete, and he had discharged one of the more ridiculous obligations of the contemporary politician. He had asserted that he was just like the rest of us, even though there’s no such thing as one uniform us and if there were, it would be buying its Bambi sausages in bulk at Costco. 
You may not like Ryan or his politics, but he's got message skills you should not under estimate.

Hat tip, Xoff.


enoughalready said...

Oh, Ryan is slick, all right. Sure would be great if a Democrat could win his seat.

Anonymous said...

the inner paul ryan looks like rex ryan.