Why would OS imagine Progs to be all that interested in something that happened in fly-over country before many of them were born?
This was a pretty pointless original post, for which I apologize, but sometimes one misjudges.
Two things: I'd
assumed the big guy would regale the primitives with fables of his heroism during the tornado--there were many heroes, but the big guy wasn't one of them.
It was pretty big; if it'd happened in a blue city or blue state where one waits for the government to rescue them, there would've been hundreds, and not just three, fatalities, and thousands injured, not just 157.
The other thing was that the previous evening, I'd run into someone who knew the big guy in high school, circa the early 1970s. Nebraska's a pretty small state; ultimately one runs into someone who knows someone one knows.
It was an enormous high school, and they weren't friends, but during the three years of it, their paths had casually crossed.
He wasn't aware the big guy had made an ass of himself running for the Bellevue City Council back in 2013, but he pointed out when the big guy was just barely out of high school, he ran for the Omaha city council, in a primary with eighteen candidates.
He said the big guy wasn't especially prominent in the race; after all, what plurality of votes does it take in an eighteen-man field to end up one of the two top candidates. Six or eight percent or something?
So the big guy just sat back with his then-established queenly
hauteur, "vote for me because I'm Steve. You don't need any more reason than that; I'm Steve, God's gift to humanity."
As this former classmate of his remembered, the big guy came in 16th or 17th out of the eighteen, just barely missing bottom spot.
