Row row row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream. — Nursery Rhyme
Sometimes the river of life can carry you down an interesting tributary, and what your situation is one day can alter dramatically the next. I learned this lesson at an early age, four to be exact, when I found myself giving my first interview to the press. Yes, you read that correctly. What happened was I won a supermarket drawing for the Perl-Mac playhouse, which was a white clapboard house, about 72 square feet and it had electricity and running water and sat on cinder blocks in the backyard.
This was, believe it or not, enough to constitute a media event in Westminster, Colorado in 1957. What seemed to me to be a hoard of reporters and photographers interviewed me and photographed me standing in the doorway of my little mansion. The flashbulbs went off and I was getting all this attention and it was really something. I had my own playhouse and I was a star. The day before I was just a kid, dragging my teddy bears in my wagon, and the next, due to a simple twist of fate, I’m making headlines in the Denver Post, “It’s Christmas In August For Little Ursula Faw, Age 4.” For a brief moment, I was the local Shirley Temple.
Fast forward over the decades. Now I’m just a blogger, my wagon is my website and teddy bears have been replaced by readers, and through a simple twist of fate, the triggering of conspiracy theorist Mike Lindell, to be precise, I find myself illuminated once again in the spotlight of sudden and unexpected attention — perhaps notoriety would be a better word.
Last night, Jimmy Kimmel mentioned PolitiZoom in his monologue and he played a mashup clip of the six and a half minute meandering meltdown that Mike Lindell went through in his Frank-a-Thon, calling me out as a “terrible reporter” — with a terrible name, apparently, one he can’t pronounce in any event.
It starts at 4:30, runs until 6:00 and it’s even funnier when edited.
So that’s where we stand, friends, the Little Political Blog That Could keeps chugging away, with a little help from our enemies. What was that line? Hold your friends close but your enemies closer? A statement of wisdom.