Reading some of the finely sardonic commentary on Arnold Schwarzenegger's California election win makes me wish I covered politics instead of science and technology. Talk about subject matter! It's thrilling.
Below is an excerpt from the Oct. 20 Talk of the Town column in The New Yorker. It is so well-written it hurts.
In his 1994 film “True Lies,” Arnold Schwarzenegger played an agent so secret that even his wife was kept in the dark. She saw him as a drudge in a raincoat, unaware that he was summoned to save the nation on a weekly basis. How times change. At the start of this summer, Arnold was looking forward to nothing more arduous than the promotion of “Terminator 3.” Little did he suspect that plans were afoot for his new career—a career so secret that he himself knew nothing about it. Only his wife, code-named “Maria,” was in on the plot. How else can one account for the look of bewilderment that gripped Schwarzenegger, the newly elected governor of California, on October 7th, causing his tan features, barely mobile at the best of times, to freeze into a rictus of hilarity? He could cope with no longer being an Austrian. He had recovered from the passing of his bodybuilder’s crown to other men molded from cuts of glazed ham. As for his achievements as an actor, those, too, tragically, would pass. In his victor’s eyes, however, you saw the dawning horror: Oh Gott. I’m in pollydigs.