One of the sillier rituals of political campaigning — they all do it, they should all stop doing it — is when the candidate goes around and shows "he (or she, in this case) is 'one of us'" by nibbling on the local cuisine. It's Al Gore eating a taco on the assumption that's the key to the Mexican vote. It's Mitt Romney proving he understands the needs of Italian voters by wolfing down a slice of pizza. For a while, candidates thought the way to the Jewish vote was to go to New York and be photographed in a deli with Ed Koch.
This is the lowest form of pandering. There might be something significant to the candidate physically going to certain neighborhoods if there was any reason to believe he or she would go to them (or ever return) except as a campaign photo-op. But it always struck me that whether they knew it or not, this wasn't a politician trying to get the ethnic vote so much as the stupid ethnic vote. You'd have to be pretty dumb to believe a candidate shared your views, felt your pain and bonded with your people just because he or she spent an hour in your part of town eating something greasy and fattening.
The essential stop on any such swing is Philadelphia and one of the many fine establishments that offer Philly Cheese Steaks. A fuss is always made when a candidate does this…and like I said, they all do this and they should stop doing this. Not that there's anything wrong with Philly Cheese Steaks. I like 'em, too. But it matters way too much, when it shouldn't matter one bit, which stand they go to (Pat's or Geno's) and whether the candidate has his "wiz wit." Never mind what they'd do about the economy or whichever war we may be in…does the person who wants my vote know to order theirs with Cheese Whiz and onions — and do they know the language of ordering?
This ceremony reached some peak of inanity the year Bob Dole was running for Prez. Senator Dole was hustled to one of the steak shrines and handed a Philly Cheese Steak sandwich dripping with sauteed onions and Cheese Whiz to bite into for the cameras. What's wrong with that? Well, Dole only has one working arm. It is humanly impossible to eat a Philly Cheese Steak sandwich with one hand.
There was a look of panic on his face as the sandwich was thrust at him. I suspect Bob Dole could have faced down nuclear superpowers without flinching but he was genuinely terrified that the press was about to photograph him getting onions and gooey cheese all over his face and clothes.
Fortunately, his aides were ready. One rushed in with a sandwich that had been cut into bite-sized chunks and which had been cooked long enough before that the cheese had hardened somewhat. This just pointed up the absurdity. Grown men had actually planned for this. They'd sat around a conference room somewhere and said, "We need to have our guy photographed eating a Philly Steak Sandwich but he can't eat a Philly Steak Sandwich…what'll we do?" And they worked out that they'd get the photos of him with the entire sandwich, then switch it for one he could take a bite or two of. Reportedly, that's all he ate — a bite or two.
Bill Clinton carried Pennsylvania by 9%. I'm glad he won but I sure hope it wasn't just because he was able to eat his sandwich with two hands.
Anyway, I mention all this because yesterday, Sarah Palin made her stop on the Cheese Steak Tour. She did not go to either of the two biggies, Pat's King of Steaks or Geno's. She went to Tony Luke's. While there, she actually answered a question. Someone asked her about what we might do in Pakistan and she took much the same position that her running mate called reckless when it was voiced by Barack Obama. That's a bit of news…but I fear it mattered more to some people that she had her cheese steak "wit" Cheese Whiz and onions.