Michael Steele’s new interview with GQ Magazine is such a glorious flame-out that it may well be the beginning of his swan song.
Here are some of the juicy bits:
He’s a party-loving “brother” living in a black neighborhood where people might riot at the slightest provocation. (I think he was kidding about the rioting, but what an unfortunate joke.) He’s an ex-seminarian who peppers his conversation with profanity. He’s enamored of arthritic rappers and “old-school”, “Pack Rat” singers who don’t give a “F,” and he keeps praying that he won’t have to kick anybody’s “a––.” Alrighty then.
He has “a lot” of gay friends, doesn’t think homosexuality is a choice, and in fact describes it as being as immutable as race. (Where were you during the Prop. 8 debate Mr. Steele?) He loves the Oscars because he likes “looking for who’s got what dress on” and “what they’re doing with the hair.” (By the way Michelle Obama, he “wasn’t feelin’” your inauguration dress. Bad “cut,” not “flattering.” “Little puff things”? Uh uh. You “should have gone with Valentino.”) He didn’t date much in college, but had a lot of girl “friends” with whom who he liked to hang out “sometimes more than men. You know, sit back and let your hair down type thing?” Interesting.
He thinks the Republican party has trouble attracting non-whites, because it has given the impression that “we don’t give a damn about them or we just outright don’t like them.” Amen. He thinks people are constantly judging him because of his race, and he’s not sure if he’s an affirmative action pick. Go on.
He sometimes votes democratic, and thinks abortion is an “individual choice.” Wait. What? Are you saying you think women have the right to choose abortion? (question from GQ) “Yeah. Absolutely.” (Of course, he has already issued an apology for the abortion comment. When are you going to stop kowtowing to the crazies on the far right Mr. Steele?)
Taken as a whole, the interview paints a portrait of a great dinner party guest, but an odd choice to lead the RNC. He comes off as a somewhat-confused, slightly-angry, race-weary, hip-hop-loving black fashionista who’s trying painfully hard to buck convention. He’s like a Kanye West of the right.
You may not be long for your job Mr. Steele, but you are making it fun while it lasts. Par-tay!
http://blow.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/03/12/steele-talking/HEH!!