Napoleon of the Stump

James K. Polk: Napoleon of the Stump

I don’t usually get political, because politics easily go ugly. But I’m very excited today to cast my vote. This is a remarkably historic election, and I am proud–extremely proud–to fill out that ballot today in North Carolina a (gasp!) battleground state.

In the meantime I’m clacking away on the NaNo book. I’m writing for the sake of writing, and having a little difficulty getting the words in my head out on paper. It’s not surprising since my mind is on the polls. But the good news is that as of 10am, I’ve already hit my daily goal, and I’m just over 7,500K for the whole shebang. That’s good progress, even if it is for progress sake. Hopefully when the election is over, and I can sleep a little better, I’ll be of a better mind to concentrate. Not to mention finding some time without the distractions (delightful though they are at times) of the little bugger.

And now, for some insightful political history through the eyes of They Might Be Giants.

In 1844, the Democrats were split
The three nominees for the presidential candidate
Were Martin Van Buren, a former president and an abolitionist
James Buchanan, a moderate
Louis Cass, a general and expansionist
From Nashville came a dark horse riding up
He was James K. Polk, Napoleon of the Stump

Austere, severe, he held few people dear
His oratory filled his foes with fear
The factions soon agreed
He’s just the man we need
To bring about victory
Fulfill our manifest destiny
And annex the land the Mexicans command
And when the votes were cast the winner was
Mister James K. Polk, Napoleon of the Stump

In four short years he met his every goal
He seized the whole southwest from Mexico
Made sure the tarriffs fell
And made the English sell the Oregon territory
He built an independent treasury
Having done all this he sought no second term
But precious few have mourned the passing of
Mister James K. Polk, our eleventh president
Young Hickory, Napoleon of the Stump

— They Might Be Giants, “James K. Polk.”