Friday, June 6, 2014

Governor Daugaard Studies At The Judge Soggy Sweat School Of Rhetoric

Via Madville, I see that Governor Daugaard has taken a strong stand issued some words that mean nothing about uranium mining in the Hills.
If you feel strongly about Powertech, I hope you’ll consider attending future hearings. They are a good way to learn more about the proposal.
I am occasionally asked if I “support” or “oppose” this project. This question misunderstands that our state and nation have very sound, comprehensive processes to consider proposals like this one. Through these processes the merits and impacts of the project must be evaluated. Under this system I am confident the important questions will be discussed and addressed, and the right decision will be reached.
I'm not a student of political rhetoric, but I thought I recognized the phrasing and cadence of Daugaard's pronouncement. It didn't take long to remember that I was this speech that I first heard John Grisham deliver on C-SPAN a year or two ago. It was originally delivered by Judge Soggy Sweat, a Mississippi politician, on  the subject of prohibition within that state.
My friends, I had not intended to discuss this controversial subject at this particular time. However, I want you to know that I do not shun controversy. On the contrary, I will take a stand on any issue at any time, regardless of how fraught with controversy it might be. You have asked me how I feel about whiskey. All right, here is how I feel about whiskey:
If when you say whiskey you mean the devil's brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster, that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean the evil drink that topples the Christian man and woman from the pinnacle of righteous, gracious living into the bottomless pit of degradation, and despair, and shame and helplessness, and hopelessness, then certainly I am against it.
But, if when you say whiskey you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the ale that is consumed when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts and laughter on their lips, and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer; if you mean the stimulating drink that puts the spring in the old gentleman's step on a frosty, crispy morning; if you mean the drink which enables a man to magnify his joy, and his happiness, and to forget, if only for a little while, life's great tragedies, and heartaches, and sorrows; if you mean that drink, the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions of dollars, which are used to provide tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitiful aged and infirm; to build highways and hospitals and schools, then certainly I am for it.
This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise.
Grisham's rendering is here, but I prefer this one delivered with a more pronounced drawl.



I think I will pour a few fingers of Templeton Rye to better contemplate Daugaard's language.

1 comment:

Tim said...

DP, once again, you hit it right on the head! It has to be 5pm someplace, where's my bottle?