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In dissecting the Democratic presidential primaries so far, Hillary Clinton seems to be attracting a higher share of working class and older voters, while Obama polls higher with higher-income and better educated. Clinton is the “beer-track” candidate who appeals to blue collar Democrats and retirees; Obama is a “wine-track” candidate beloved by yuppies, students and professors.
This surely reflects style more than substance since there aren’t huge policy differences between the two candidates. But maybe the two camps’ relative success at reaching out to certain constituencies is also reflected in internal campaign demographics.
The Las Vegas Review-Journal has reported on competing carry-out orders placed minutes apart by the Obama and Clinton camps last Friday during campaigning for the Nevada caucuses. Both sides ordered from N9NE Steakhouse at the Palms.
The restaurant delivered more than $1,500 worth of food to the Clinton team, including orders for steak, chicken, salmon and scallops. Pricey food but definitely more beer-track than wine-track, other than for an order of sashimi (and perhaps the lobster pappardelle, which probably falls in between). Food delivered to the Obama side included “two Kobe burgers, two organic chicken sandwiches, and one order of Dover sole.”
More from Ken Silverstein:
Commentary — November 17, 2015, 6:41 pm
The Clintons’ so-called charitable enterprise has served as a vehicle to launder money and to enrich family friends.
Years ago, I lived in Montana, a land of purple sunsets, clear streams, and snowflakes the size of silver dollars drifting through the cold air. There were no speed limits and you could legally drive drunk. My small apartment in Missoula had little privacy. In order to write, I rented an off-season fishing cabin on Rock Creek, a one-room place with a bed and a bureau. I lacked the budget for a desk. My idea was to remove a sliding door from a closet in my apartment and place it over a couple of hastily cobbled-together sawhorses.
Amount by which a typical good-looking U.S. worker will out-earn a typical ugly one over a lifetime:
A Japanese inventor unveiled a new invisibility cloak that uses a material made of thousands of tiny beads called “retro-reflectum.”
A couple at a Cracker Barrel restaurant in Greenville, South Carolina, left their waitress a note telling her “the woman’s place is in the home,” in lieu of a tip.
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"She never thanked me, never looked at me—melted away into the miserable night, in the strangest manner I ever saw. I have seen many strange things, but not one that has left a deeper impression on my memory than the dull impassive way in which that worn-out heap of misery took that piece of money, and was lost."