Showing posts with label Woodrow Wilson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woodrow Wilson. Show all posts

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Maureen Dowd, "Woodrow Wilson, Stud Muffin": Does Presidential Power Couple With Lust?

I have always been perplexed by the sexual escapades of three American presidents who have occupied the Oval Office during my lifetime: Clinton, Johnson and Kennedy. I never quite understood why the most powerful men in the world would engage in conduct that could undermine that power and harm their historical legacy. Maybe it was because they felt they could do anything and get away with it. Maybe it was precisely that sense of power, impunity and entitlement, which led them to politics, a field of endeavor which never attracted me. Interact with the public? As we talk, I am busy excavating a moat around the house and populating it with crocodiles.

In her latest New York Times op-ed entitled "Woodrow Wilson, Stud Muffin" (http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/08/opinion/sunday/woodrow-wilson-stud-muffin.html?_r=0), Maureen Dowd begins with a teaser:

"ON Thursday night, we sat around, talking about the lawyer and constitutional expert in the White House, a leader both didactic and charming, peacenik and hawk; the Ivy League academic who improbably ascended to the Oval Office on brains, not beholden to anyone; the Democrat, eager to fight economic inequality and help the 99 percent, who would give a government bailout if he had to; the dapper man with large ears, elegant speeches he wrote himself, a love of golf."

Obama? Wrong. Dowd continues:

"We sat around talking about Woodrow Wilson.

And it turns out that the League of Nations was not the most intriguing thing about Wilson. The love of women was."

Ah, yes, it was just the other day that we were also sitting around the table and discussing Woodrow Wilson . . . not. Leonardo DiCaprio is interested in playing Wilson in a future movie? Good luck! (Leonardo, call me: I just finished an "action" screenplay that fits you to a tee . . .)

But I have been wondering of late, around the dinner table and elsewhere, how the abnegation of power by a certain president with big ears, who also likes golf, could degrade America's deterrent capabilities. Over the course of five years in office, Obama's unsubstantiated, wishy-washy "tough talk" has earned the contempt of Putin, Khamenei, Assad and other assorted tyrants around the globe.

Might Obama ever "break bad" and have an affair? Not in a million years. Michelle would whoop his ass.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Did You Take Leadership 101 at College?

My daughter will soon be "finishing" high school, and she has no desire to succeed with her course work. When I ask her why she is not studying for her exams, we inevitably engage in the following recurrent conversation:

"Why should I bother with math? I want to be a singer."

"Just because you want to be a singer, doesn't mean you can be a singer. There are another ten million just like you who want to be the next American Idol."

"You're old and disillusioned, Dad. If I try hard enough and believe, it's all going to happen."

This is where I explain to my daughter that I am still hoping to be a linebacker for my beloved Chicago Bears. I exercise regularly, can bench press a respectable amount of weight, and am waiting for my tryout with the team. Problems: no matter how hard I strive, I am becoming slower with each passing year, and I am probably 60 pounds too light for the position. My daughter says that I waited too long before attempting to fulfill my lifelong ambition, whereupon I respond that even in my youth, no matter how hard I might have tried, I would never have been big, strong or fast enough to play professional football. In short, I don't have the right genetic material to make this dream come true.

But what about playing the violin? Again, I am genetically deficient: inadequate small motor dexterity and an inability to carry a tune. Sure, if I wanted to go to the trouble, in another five years I might be able to provide a recital, including such favorites as "Happy Birthday" and "Frère Jacques", but my musical career would not extend beyond this unhappy cacophonous occasion.

But now back to the subject of this blog entry: Can "leadership" be learned, and if so, why is it not being taught at universities throughout the world?

My belief? Although I think "leadership" should be studied and can perhaps be improved, this does not mean that it can be practiced on a "virtuoso level" by almost anyone. What are its components? Certainly, charisma, which cannot be taught, is one of them. Add to the list, a willingness to accept risk - again something for which we are not all wired or suited. Abundant confidence and an ability to make snap decisions? Absolutely, but once again, owing to genetic and environmental factors, this is not present in all of us.

What about intelligence? I'm sure it's helpful for any prospective leader, but in and of itself does not make for leaders. Perhaps someone out there can tell me the average IQ of an NFL quarterback - I am certain it is not inordinately high. Also, although I was never impressed with the raw intelligence of Ronald Reagan, he was certainly a leader.

Do we wish to be led by leaders? Leadership on the battle and playing fields is critical to winning, but can we subsist without leadership, for example, in the White House? Notwithstanding Axelrod's success at portraying him otherwise, Obama is not a leader: he is extremely intelligent, but by all accounts is slow to make decisions and is reluctant to rule by fiat. Some have called Obama a Wilsonian president, but is there still room in the Oval Office for such a person, who perhaps represents the antithesis of leadership, in an unforgiving twenty first century which brooks no delay?

My daughter? Let's see if she ultimately decides to invest the time in voice lessons. Maybe someday she will take satisfaction from whatever level of proficiency she attains. And just maybe she will prove her father wrong and become a star of stage and screen. Meanwhile, however, I am still hoping she will take her math seriously, and I have composed a ditty on her behalf:

There once was a girl named Barr,

Who bought herself a guitar.

She thought she could play,

And sang all day,

But no one put money in the jar.