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Disgusted Like Me by Amanda Sledz for Zori3
Republican Like Me by Harmon Leon should not be confused with Republican Like Me by Sparrow. Sparrow’s book is described by the Village Voice as “…a hilarious document of the vociferous and impassioned campaign trail of a socialist poet.” Leon’s book, on the other hand, is described by Publisher’s Weekly as, “nearly always unfunny-spastic, juvenile locker room banter disguised as daring commentary.”
I suspect the review in the Weekly (and my own) would not have been quite so scathing if the introduction had been less misleading. In reading the intro, it's easy to believe you are about to embark on an undercover odyssey, starring a liberal bravely infiltrating the rank and file of the conservative right to gather essential data and report back to the freshly horrified masses. After all, Leon invokes the seminal work of John Howard Griffin (Black Like Me) when he writes: “In Republican Like Me, I seek to emulate the social science of Mr. Griffin and go over yet another line that needs to be crossed—the conservative line!” (8).
I should have paid less attention to the intro, and more attention to the enthusiastic endorsement of Howard Stern. A man whose idea of humor involves playing the butt bongos found Harmon Leon’s book “funny as hell.” Red flag! Red flag!
The sad truth: Republican Like Me is a disconnected ramble written by someone who finds excessive punctuation and lettering (a la “craaaazy”) hilarious. The closest Leon gets to immersing himself in the Republican universe is demonstrating attitudes and behaviors frequently attributed to conservatives: narrow-mindedness, absence of self-awareness, and an overall holier-than-thou disposition. If he used the words “dude” and “fuck” and “I know, right?” a bit more frequently, this book would greatly resemble my last drunken political conversation—except my conversation had a point.
Leon enters the company of folks generally considered interesting and frightening to liberals: white supremacists, Republicans, cry-baby Democrats, Arnold Schwarzenegger’s cliché-driven campaign trail, the ex-gay army, etc. What he does in their company is either openly mock them or make half- hearted attempts at emulating them, while not unearthing any new or noteworthy information, asking any questions, or offering any new insight. In Leon's dinner with white supremacists, for example, Leon mostly pounds the table in agreement, utters hate remarks he assumes will get the nod, and orders nachos. It’s hard not to respond with, “So?” Don’t waste your breath. Really, that’s it.
Leon’s gross displays of ignorance are so extreme (in particular with regards to the Midwest and overweight people), I almost became convinced that he's a puppet of the conservative right. His task? Writing a book of utter drivel to force liberals to experience levels of embarrassment similar to what conservatives must feel when Ann Coulter starts talking. Surely no authentic activist would reference his hair so frequently as a supporting point of an argument! Surely no authentic writer would use “but yet” in a sentence, and not just a double negative, but a triple, as in "doesn't look not unlike" (137).
This is not to say that Republican Like Me is completely void of merit. Leon's examination of the Hollywood horror-show Schwarzenegger fiasco is one of his finer moments. Thanks to the insertion of jaw-dropping “Arnold Fun Facts,” the reader is given a whole new list of reasons to wince about the Terminator’s election. This chapter is also the location of some of Leon’s truly funny lines, such as: “Have things gotten so bad that the man with the greatest job in the world, so much money, and the most beautiful wife could no longer TAKE IT ANYMORE?” (53).
Republican Like Me continues to be a great idea. I would love to read about individuals who offer Bush fanatical levels of support through every blundering mishap, and answer the riddle as to whether or not there’s any vocabulary in the English language that can be spoken to change stubbornly static minds. However, in its present incarnation Republican Like Me does something completely different, emerging instead as the liberal equivalent of Rush Limbaugh: pompous, ignorant, and endlessly blathering, leaving this reader wanting to shake her head, close the book, and walk away.
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