Shades of Scarlett O’Hara. Or maybe since it’s Nancy Mace, it should be O’Horror. Mace is running for governor of South Carolina. To that end, she’s presenting a new face, that of the sweet southern belle kind of a *lady.* Yes, you’re right. She’s doing this within 24 hours of her feces dropping meme aimed at her ex-fiance, with whom she is in litigation. The fiance has informed the press that Mace harasses his lawyers with profanity-laced correspondence all the time. But, be that as it may, here is the New Nancy. Ta da.
Nancy Mace: "I don't have any friends"
And we are supposed to:
- Be impressed with this confession of being a social pariah?
- Feel sorry for her?
- Respect her on some level for being a person that nobody wants to associate with?
- Realize that she’s totally nuts and the only person that can’t seem to see that is Mace herself?
I can’t speak for the people of South Carolina but this is not the personality profile that I would look for in leadership. Mace, by her own admission, has an abnormal life. It makes some sense now that she lives for the cameras because that’s the only communication she has with the world.
She’s despised in Congress for the most part. She has no personal life. She has a hair trigger temper that not even people like Tim Scott or Lindsey Graham can tolerate. She has no respect for working class, rank and file people. She swears at them and reviles them at every opportunity. Her office is legendary for the turnover in it, and she has a reputation for seeking to book TV appearances more so than anybody else in either chamber of Congress.
Everybody is beneath Mace — in her view — yet most of the rest of us find a way to have a few friends in this world and find a little bit of joy here and there. We’re not all exhibitionists staging photo ops in our pajamas.
The occasion for the pajama escapade was when Mace wanted to persuade voters that she was working so hard for her constituents that she didn’t have time to get dressed. Or something. She went out to breakfast in her pajamas and did a photo op.
And that was on a routine day. I can’t imagine what she’s going to do with her new image as sweet southern lady, which is apparently the ploy she’s decided to try to see if it gets her votes.
Frankly, if even the senators in her own state go out of their way to distance themselves from Mace, I don’t know how successful a run she’ll have. Surely South Carolina can do better. Apart from Mark Robinson, I can’t recall a gubernatorial candidate more wretched in recent history. What is it with the Carolinas?
“The occasion for the pajama escapade was when Mace wanted to persuade voters that she was working so hard for her constituents that she didn’t have time to get dressed. Or something. She went out to breakfast in her pajamas and did a photo op.”
But, she apparently DID have time to scoop up her (?) dog and round up a photographer and then just STAND beside a gas pump? I mean, she COULD have at least been posed standing beside her car with the nozzle in the gas tank and WITHOUT the dog in hand. I imagine some parents can find a way of pumping gas by themselves while holding an infant (though it’s probably not all that comfortable for said infant) but WHY is she holding a dog? It also looks like she’s holding a cell phone in her other hand so, unless she’s got a mystery third hand that was going to handle the pump and nozzle, I don’t see how she was going to get the gas into that (non-existent in the picture) car.
Oh, and she’s also wearing a necklace in the picture. Don’t most women go without jewelry (aside, perhaps, from their wedding rings and piercings–whether in the ears or lips or eyebrows) when they’re in pajamas? So, to make that little photo op, she also had to have had time to slip on the necklace.
I suspect she’s a student of the Trump school of politics. You simply dress the part and pretend, very superficially to act the part. Apparently that is supposed to be enough to get elected to office. Of course this is all a thin layer over the anti-social, hateful person underneath.