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Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker dropped out of the race for President not with a bang but a whimper.

He abandoned his quest to become the Republican nominee late Monday afternoon in a small, drab, windowless room in a downtown Madison hotel before about 60 reporters. There were no visible supporters present, besides his son Alex, and no vocal opponents, aside from one interloper who clapped when Walker announced, “I will suspend my campaign, immediately.”

Walker, the second major Republican candidate after former Texas Governor Rick Perry to drop out of the race, once led his rivals in the Before A Single Vote is Cast sweepstakes. But two disappointing debate performances and a few gaffes, like his support for walling off the Canadian border to keep terrorists out, sent his poll numbers reeling.

As current frontrunner Donald Trump gobbled up the spotlight, Walker’s campaign unraveled with surprising speed. A CNN poll over the weekend showed that Walker’s support had fallen to below .5 percent. It had been 25 percent in February. 

Clearly, it wasn’t Walker’s penchant for saying things that aren’t true that did him in, given that the frontrunner is the truth-challenged Trump, followed by former Hewlett-Packard CEO Carly Fiorina, who fabricated a claim about a Planned Parenthood video during the second debate.

What did Walker in is that he failed to inspire. But even in defeat, he was still trying.

Walker, in keeping with the fabulism that has marked his political career, cast his decision to quit in self-congratulatory terms. For the umpteenth and probably not final time, he invoked his political hero.

“Ronald Reagan was good for America because he was an optimist,” Walker said. “Sadly, the debate taking place in the Republican Party today is not focused on that optimistic view of America. Instead, it has drifted into personal attacks.”

Walker, who based his bid for the presidency on attacking such bogeymen as “union bosses”—he made a last-ditch effort to save his candidacy by pledging to take the union busting he led in Wisconsin to the federal level—presented his choice as a tonic to this trend.

“Today, I believe that I am being called to lead by helping to clear the field in this race so that a positive conservative message can rise to the top of the field,” he said.

“I encourage other Republican presidential candidates to consider doing the same so the voters can focus on a limited number of candidates who can offer a positive conservative alternative to the current frontrunner. This is critically important to the future of our party, and more important to the future of our country.”

Yet even in singling out the current frontrunner in this criticism, Walker concluded his listing of Republican talking points—a commitment to work, an end to dependence on government, a strong military—by echoing Trump’s dark slogan about American no longer being a great nation.

“These ideas will help us win the election,” Walker said. “More important, these ideas will make our country great again.”

Walker concluded by thanking his supporters, staff, family, and God, then left without answering questions. The whole thing was over in four minutes.

Here is the question I was hoping to ask: “Has your failure as a candidate caused you to question the tremendous amount of conflict and division you helped create in Wisconsin, and tried to capitalize on as a candidate? Was it worth it, to have a state so divided?”

Walker’s answer, I know, would have been unsatisfactory, but perhaps still enlightening, like his bid for President.



 

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God called back to say, “never mind.”

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By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).


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