Josh Marshall has an epic post on the Village mythology of Haley Barbour.
Let’s state it flat out. You have to be deeply, securely, and no doubt permanently encased in the DC cocoon ever to have thought that Haley Barbour was a serious presidential candidate. Really, people. Any number of things would have to change to make Barbour a remotely credible presidential candidate — starting with erasing the image of Boss Hogg from the cultural memory of every American over the age of 30. And that would probably be one of the easier tasks on the list.[…..]
With everyone in Washington knowing him, why shouldn’t he run for president? Everybody likes him. He’s had a successful career. He’s the governor of a state. So why not? What could go wrong?[….]
In his bearing, mannerisms, appearance, accent and style of politics Barbour embodies a lot people’s caricature of the unreconstructed, good-ole-boy South. And the confederate flag signed by Confederate President Jefferson Davis near his desk doesn’t help either. As Newsweek put it in a profile a year ago, “The cofounder of one of the nation’s largest lobbying firms may or may not be the Good Ole Boy Republican Fat Cat his liberal critics make him out to be, but he certainly looks the part.”
I like booze as much as the next person, but the idea that Haley Barbour would somehow become president by serving journalists Maker’s Mark is one of the strangest Village myths I have ever heard.