Yesterday, Bruce Lisman held a fundraiser that couldn’t have better reinforced his image as a Wall Street plutocrat.
The location: Burlington Country Club. Chosen not for golf purposes, sez Bruce, but because it was “the best place for easy parking.”
Oh, so that explains why the One Percenters hang out at country clubs. “Easy parking.” Yep.
The featured attraction: the very embodiment of Wall Street cluelessness, Steve Forbes. Here’s a guy who got lucky in the genetic lottery (he inherited the family business) and decided he was a genius. His two campaigns for president were so spectacularly unsuccessful that they inspired derision in the press corps. If you think Jeb Bush was bad, well, Forbes was even worse. “…wacky, saturated with money and ultimately embarrassing to all concerned,” wrote Calvin Trillin, who characterized the candidate as a “comedy-club impression of what would happen if some mad scientist decided to construct a dork robot.”
So, Steve Forbes, master politician, comes to Vermont to “help” Bruce Lisman.
Well, I’m sure he raised a few bucks. Entry was $75 a pop, attendance roughly a hundred, and I’m sure those assembled were hit up for extra donations.
But in terms of public relations, could there have been a worse choice? Donald Trump, perhaps, but he’s engaged elsewhere.
The Lisman campaign has spent hundreds of thousands of dollars trying to recast the retired Wall Street executive as a son of the soil, a native Vermonter deeply connected to his home state, instead of a guy who spent virtually his entire adult life in the world of high finance.
And then they bring in Steve Forbes.
Was it really worth the money?