Mediocre Like Me

Today I am older — by exactly one week, actually — than Abraham Lincoln was when he died.

If I were to fulfill my youthful ambition to surpass Lincoln in the history books now, I suppose the historians would have to put an asterisk next to my name, with a footnote explaining that Lincoln set all his records in a shorter season.

Some have suggested that I should just concede that Lincoln was a better man than I am. Perhaps that’s true, but I still hold a pretty high opinion of myself, and I hate to let it go.

Back in 1970, Senator Roman Hruska, a Republican from Nebraska, defended a disappointing Nixon Supreme Court nominee whom critics had branded a mediocrity. Hruska said:

Even if he were mediocre, there are a lot of mediocre judges and people and lawyers. They are entitled to a little representation, aren’t they, and a little chance? We can’t have all Brandeises, Frankfurters and Cardozos.

I believe John McCain was thinking like Hruska when he chose Sarah Palin as his running mate: he was catering to us mediocre people; expecting us to feel honored that he’d picked someone just like us. But I think he made a mistake.

Americans want Brandeises, Frankfurters and Cardozos on the Supreme Court. We want Jeffersons, Roosevelts and Lincolns in the White House. We want the very best, and we aspire to be better, ourselves. We hold a pretty high opinion of ourselves, you see.