A Whiff of Fascism in the Air Or Did Jerry Nadler Just Forget His Deodorant? Rally at Lieberman's House New Haven, CT, Dec. 2, 2000

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We
met at Stu’s house, in Ansonia, before the rally was to begin.
There, we boned up on the questions we would ask. Once we felt
ready to face the angry crowd, we hopped in Stu’s truck and headed
from “The Valley,” one of the many long-dead Northeastern industrial
areas, southeast toward New Haven.

As
we left Ansonia and entered the tony New Haven suburb of Woodbridge,
the air cleared, the IQs rose, and the incidence of mouth-breathing
dropped dramatically. It was already 12:00. Could they, we wondered,
possibly start without us? By 12:10 we had arrived in New Haven.

The
first secret that Lew’s crack investigative reporters had to ferret
out was the location of the rally. Stu, through painstaking research,
had learned that it was at the corner of “Chapel and some street
beginning with ‘A'” – our first lead. Our second was that
we knew we should look at the western end of Chapel Street.

The
western end of Chapel lies recumbent in quite, tree-lined respectability,
the respectability of money as old as the city of New Haven itself,
the respectability of Puritan lineages stretching back to John
Davenport, James Pierpont, Ezekiel Cheever, Theophilus Eaton and
other original settlers. Block after block of lots line up as
if plotted by some rectangle-mad geometer. The houses are festooned
with bay windows and turrets, wrap-around porches and Greek columns,
each house unique, yet each a similar attempt to signal dignified
elegance to the world.

We
knew we didn’t have to look on any other part of Chapel –
Lieberman would not live anywhere on the street but up here. The
street runs to the southeast toward downtown New Haven. As it
does so its character changes. A dozen blocks along, the houses
are still large, the yards still rectangular, the streets still
tree-lined, but there are signs that different lives are lived
there. More and more, the houses have two front doors with separate
doorbells, and not all of the resident's cars can fit in the garage
or even in the driveway. Fewer of the cars are Audis or Saabs
or BMWs, more of them Hondas and Fords. Block by block the street's
southeasterly course is like a graph of some indicator of economic
decline. Several blocks after passing through Edgewood Park, Chapel
Street reaches the point on the graph where the most profitable
trades practiced in the neighborhood are prostitution and drug
dealing. That part of Chapel may have many Lieberman voters, but
surely no Lieberman residence.

We
had barely entered the neighborhood around western Chapel when
we saw the police barricade closing the block where the rally
was being held. We parked and hoofed it down to the rally, which
was already in progress. Angry shouts ricocheted back and forth
across the street between the Bush people and the Gore people.
The Bush people had organized the rally. The Gore people had come
to protest the fact that the Bush people were disturbing Lieberman
on the Sabbath. They protested this disturbance by standing in
front of Lieberman’s slate-roofed mansion and shouting at the
top of their lungs.

Our
plan was to devote equal time to both crowds. We looked over at
the angry Democratic rabble. We looked down at our list of questions.
We looked back over at the angry Democratic rabble. We looked
back down at our list of questions.

“You
know,” Gene said, “I think the LewRockwell.com readers are really
more interested in what the people on the Republican side have
to say.”

“I
don’t doubt for a moment that you’re correct,” Stu replied. We
ventured over to the Bush side of the street:

We
breathed a sigh of relief as we alighted on the Bush side of the
road. The first thing we noticed was that, for Republicans, these
people were not very respectful of property rights. The crowd
had bulged out across the first twenty feet or so of the yard
of Lieberman’s neighbor. These poor people’s pachysandras were
being trampled.

We
looked around for a likely suspect to interview. We immediately
saw Ray Brenner of New Haven:

Ray,
it turns out, is a regular LewRockwell.com reader. We asked him
a few questions:

LRC:
We’ve noticed that you seem to be interviewed more than anyone
else here. Can you explain that?

RB:
Experience. I was at the Seabrook power plant protests in the
early eighties.

LRC:
Have you been to many rallies since then?

RB:
Well… none until this one.

LRC:
If Al Gore were an organ in the human body, which one would he
be?

RB:
The rectum.

LRC:
What do you think Al Gore’s next invention will be?

RB:
The New Communist Country.

Next
we button-holed Doug Oakley of Torrington. Doug was a huge fellow
wearing a leather jacket, an earring in one ear, and sporting
a goatee.

LRC:
If Al Gore were a villain on Star Trek, which one would he be?

DO:
A Klingon from Uranus.

LRC:
If Al Gore winds up being the next president, what will you do
over the next four years to numb the pain?

DO:
Not hunting, that’s for sure!

LRC:
If this election is made into a TV series, who should play Joe
Lieberman?

DO:
Homer Simpson.

Doug
was attending the rally with Anne Moler. She was also dressed
in a leather jacket, hers with a Daniel-Boone-type fringe.

LRC:
What do you think Bill Clinton’s reaction was when he heard the
Supreme Court would be hearing “oral arguments”?

AM:
I think he threw his pants down.

LRC:
If Al Gore were a casserole, which one would he be?

AM:
Goulash!

We
next bumped into Bill Shields of West Haven. Bill also sported
a goatee and a leather jacket. Bush seems to have the biker vote
firmly in his camp.

LRC:
If Al Gore were a villain on Star Trek, which one would he be?

BS:
Hey, I don’t need to watch Star Trek – I live there!

LRC:
If Al Gore were an organ in the human body, which one would he
be?

BS:
A tapeworm.

Stephen
Schultz of Ansonia was colorfully decked out for the occasion:

LRC:
What should Al Gore’s biography be titled?

SS:
It’s Time for Another Job!

LRC:
Which do you think has sold-out more often, The Yale Bowl or Joe
Lieberman?

SS:
Oh, definitely Joe Lieberman.

LRC:
If Al Gore were a villain on Star Trek, which one would he be?

SS:
We don’t want to paint anyone as the villain here. We’re Christians
– we just want justice to prevail.

It
was time for the GOP speeches. The police dispersed the pro-Lieberman
crowd, telling them to move on down the block.

Three
speakers addressed the crowd. The first was a former State Senator.
We couldn’t catch his name, and we can’t remember a thing he said.

The
next speaker was Tom Scott, a local radio personality and a former
State Senator as well. Scott was witty, sharp-tongued, and worked
the crowd into a fine frenzy. He referred to the organizer of
the counter-rally (Bowsie Kemper? Bowsy Kimper? Bosie Krimper?
Hey, the sound wasn’t that great, OK?) as a “poverty pimp.” Just
at that moment, the Democrats finished circling the block and
showed up behind the rally, chanting and shouting through a megaphone.
The poverty pimp himself jiggled his enormous bulk right past
the truck bed from which Scott was speaking. As he bounced away,
the crowd began chanting “Stop thief!”

The
final speaker was some fellow named Jim Bancroft. Our only recollection
of what occurred after he took the mike is that he promised to
talk for three minutes, then droned on for about twenty. Our advice
to Jim: Don’t follow a radio personality the next time you speak.

As
the rally was dispersing we managed to catch Scott and ask him
a couple of questions.

LRC:
If Al Gore doesn’t become president, do you think the Gores and
the Clintons will vacation together much?

TS:
I doubt it. I don’t think they like each other very much.

LRC:
Do you think Samuel Tilden would have made a good president?

TS:
Probably not. He was an obscure New York governor, just the right
man for his party at the time.

The
rally was over, and we headed into downtown New Haven to get some
Thai food. There was, however, one question we didn’t get a chance
to ask, so we’ll address it to the LewRockwell.com readers: At
the beginning of this “crisis,” Warren Christopher was all over
the news. Where the heck has he gone? Back to the embalmers so
they can finish? Or did Jerry Nadler eat him after a long night
of hungry agitating?  

December
9, 2000

Gene
Callahan is a regular contributor to mises.org,
and Stu Morgenstern is contributing editor at The
Frumious Bandersnatch.

2000, Gene
Callahan
and Stu Morgenstern

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