Freedom's not another word for trans fats -- June 18, 2015 column

By MARSHA MERCER

When the founding fathers talked about freedom, they never envisioned artery-clogging trans fats or the microwave popcorn, frozen pizzas and other processed foods that contain them.

But when the federal government started slow-walking toward a ban of artificial trans fats, critics invoked the freedom to eat whatever they please, regardless of the cost to their health, as if it were guaranteed by the Constitution.

The conservative Heritage Foundation warned about “Government Control of Your Diet: Threats to `Freedom to Eat,’” in a 2013 issue brief about the evils of nutrition information on menus and of food bans.

“There are some lines the government should never cross. This certainly includes seeking to control what people eat,” wrote Daren Bakst, research fellow in agricultural policy at Heritage.

Even if you agree, it’s hard to argue with the many medical studies since 1993 that have linked partially hydrogenated oils and heart disease. Trans fats raise LDL or “bad” cholesterol and lower the HDL or “good” cholesterol, increasing the risk of heart disease, the leading cause of death in the United States.  

The federal government estimates that eliminating trans fats could prevent 20,000 heart attacks and 7,000 heart-disease deaths a year in the United States.

Other countries -- Denmark, Austria, Hungary, Norway, Iceland and Switzerland – already have set limits on trans fats. In California, a 2008 law limits trans fats in restaurants. The cities of New York, Boston and Philadelphia have similar measures.

But our federal government moves with glacial speed. On Tuesday, the Food and Drug Administration finally ordered food manufacturers to stop using trans fats -- unless they get approval for the additive – by June 18, 2018.

Critics say the new rule is ridiculous and unnecessary. Since 2006, food manufacturers have been required to list trans fats on Nutrition Facts labels, and they voluntarily cut the amount. Heeding consumer demand, many large companies -- including Wal-Mart, Starbucks and McDonalds – have cut trans fats.

Trans fat consumption dropped nearly 80 percent between 2003 and 2012, but current intake is still a health concern as there’s no safe level of trans fats, FDA said.

Public health groups were joyful about FDA’s announcement, and manufacturers were relieved to have three more years to reformulate their products. The cost to manufacturers is estimated at $6.2 billion but the benefit in reduced medical costs is $140 billion over 20 years, FDA estimated.

The idea of adding hydrogen to oil to make a solid fat was a 20^th century invention that brought us Crisco as an alternative to lard. Trans fat won the hearts of food manufacturers, bakeries and restaurants because it inexpensively extends shelf life, improves texture and enhances taste.

At first it was thought that trans fat would also be healthier than natural saturated fats, but over time medical studies showed otherwise.

To avoid trans fats, check a product’s ingredient list for partially hydrogenated oils. Even if the Nutrition Facts label lists “0 grams” of trans fats, the product can have half a gram per serving, and that can add up. Besides pizza and microwave popcorn, trans fats are found in frostings, packaged pies, stick margarines and coffee creamers.   

Conservatives view FDA’s rule as more overreach by the Obama administration, a shove down the slippery slope to give government more power over what we eat.

Critics argue that everything from nutrition labels and calorie counts at restaurants to capping the size of sugary drinks infringes on personal freedom, as former New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg learned when he tried to limit drink size. Ultimately, the state’s highest court said no.

Last November, voters in Berkeley, Calif., overwhelmingly passed a 1-cent per ounce tax on sugary drinks to be added to drink distributors’ business license fees.

In Texas, though, the new agriculture commissioner, Sid Miller, favors allowing school districts to bring back deep fat fryers and soft drinks. The state banned both in public schools a decade ago.

“It’s not about french fries; it’s about freedom,” Miller says.

Really? Even Crisco has modernized and greatly reduced its trans fat content. For most of us, freedom means good health.    

©2015 Marsha Mercer. All rights reserved.

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Who's driving now? Ooops, we're still human -- June 11, 2015 column

By MARSHA MERCER

I learned as a rookie newspaper reporter that there are no accidents in life – none involving cars, trucks or motorcycles, anyway.  

“Accident” implies an event that’s beyond our control. Because reporters cannot know what’s in a driver’s mind, we can’t say something is an accident.

Newspapers that shunned the A word reported on automotive mishaps, incidents and collisions. Blow-dried TV announcers and traffic reporters shouting over helicopter noise favored the more vivid noun crash. 

Copy editors weren’t the only sticklers for the right word to describe highway misfortune. Years ago, the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration tried to expunge the concept of traffic accidents.

By eliminating the word in speeches, news releases and publications, it hoped in 1997 to re-educate people that car wrecks weren’t acts of God but predictable and preventable events.

The agency also launched a “Crashes are not accidents” campaign. From time to time, other groups have taken up the cause, but people hang onto the idea of tragic highway accidents. Now, though, while we can’t stop the lethal combination of speed and distance, we at least buckle our seat belts.

Technology is making cars safer. Backup cameras help you park and avoid pedestrians. Lasers or radar in adaptive cruise control keep your car a safe distance from the one ahead and warn if you veer out of your lane.

But what happens when technology – and not a human -- controls the car?    

This summer, Google will test the prototype of its fully self-driving car on city streets in Mountain View, Calif. The cautious two-seater won’t exceed the grand speed of 25 mph. Other companies working on driverless cars include General Motors, Tesla, Mercedes-Benz and the Chinese Web company Baidu.   

States are eager to get on board. Michigan, Florida, Nevada and Washington, D.C., have passed laws allowing automakers to test driverless cars. Virginia Gov. Terry McAuliffe in March proclaimed the commonwealth “open for business” for the testing and deployment of autonomous vehicles.

In Northern Virginia, 70 miles of busy highways – parts of Interstates 66, 95 and 495 and U.S. Routes 29 and 50 -- could be used to test self-driving cars within a year, the Richmond Times-Dispatch reported June 1.

  

The potential for safer highway travel has instant appeal. Autonomous vehicles don’t drive drunk or send texts or take selfies behind the wheel. But they do have to deal with humans in other cars.

Since Google began testing self-driving cars in 2009, the vehicles have logged nearly 2 million miles with a dozen minor accidents – but “Not once was the self-driving car the cause of the accident,” the company announced. Other motorists rear-ended or sideswiped the autonomous car, or the car was in manual mode and its human driver at fault. 

The cars don’t have to be perfect; they just have to beat humans at driving, developers say. But that seems a low bar. Humans are terrible drivers.

In 2010, there were 33,000 traffic deaths, nearly 4 million injuries and 24 million vehicles damaged in motor vehicle crashes in the United States, the highway traffic safety administration reported last month. It still avoids the word accident.

Meanwhile, states are struggling with new rules of the road. California allows self-driving cars on public roads but requires a steering wheel, brake pedal and accelerator – and a trained safety driver who can take over in case there’s a problem.

That may lead to a false sense of security. Google in the fall of 2012 started letting its employees take home self-driving Lexus SUVs. The employees promised to be ever-alert and take the wheel as necessary. It didn’t work out.  

“We discovered something we really hadn’t seen coming but was obvious in retrospect,” Astro Teller, the improbably named director of Google’s Project X, the division that explores innovative products,  said last month in a South by Southwest talk.  

“Once people trust the system, they trust it. Our success was itself a failure,” he said. “The assumption that people can be a reliable backup for the system was a total fallacy.”

The only way a driverless car will work, Google decided, is to make it totally driverless. No steering wheel, no brake pedal, no accelerator. The car must drive itself from Point A to Point B at the push of a button.

“That has been a lot more work than we thought, but it’s the right thing to do,” Teller said.

Google’s decision to adjust the technology to fit the human – rather than expecting the human to adjust to the technology -- is a good lesson for us all. Experiment, yes, and take the time for safety. Crashes are not accidents. 

©2015 Marsha Mercer. All rights reserved.

Surfer Dude leads us back to nature -- June 4, 2015 column

By MARSHA MERCER

Not many people catch a wave of public emotion the way Surfer Dude did when he died at 23.

He hadn’t been seen since February and many on the Virginia coast feared the worst. Volunteer firefighters known as saltwater cowboys kept searching until they found his remains last month at the remote, southern end of Assateague Island off the Eastern Shore.   

On Facebook, news of Surfer Dude’s death received more than 51,000 page views and hundreds of condolences in two days. The New York Times, USA Today, many other newspapers and TV networks ran stories about his demise.  

“He was the man,” Denise Bowden, a spokeswoman for the Chincoteague Volunteer Fire Company, told the Associated Press.

What’s surprising about all the attention is that he may have been “the man” but Surfer Dude wasn’t a man.

He was a Chincoteague wild pony.  Not just any pony, but a stallion legendary for siring dozens of offspring.

Decades after Marguerite Henry’s 1947 children’s book, “Misty of Chincoteague,” and the 1961 movie version put the windswept fishing village on the tourist map, the island’s wild ponies still enchant young and old and draw huge crowds to the island. The sadness people shared about Surfer Dude’s death speaks to the need we humans have for a connection to nature.

About 1.5 million people annually visit Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge, where the wild ponies roam, making it the sixth most visited refuge in the country.  Forty thousand visitors are expected for the 90^th annual pony swim and auction July 29 and 30, where some of Surfer Dude’s foals will be sold.

It’s the season when people turn to nature as the antidote to stale air, information overload and our unhealthy attachment to electronic devices. For me, spending a weekend outdoors at the refuge and Assateague Island National Seashore adjoining the refuge was restorative beyond measure.

Time outdoors in the presence of God’s grandeur clears the head and helps us see ourselves as part of a larger picture. No wonder some doctors now prescribe a walk in the park instead of pills.

You don’t have to go to Chincoteague to get the benefit. Every state has at least one national wildlife refuge. Find one near you by entering your Zip code on the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service’s site, http://www.fws.gov/refuges/

About 47 million people last year visited a wildlife refuge, where recreation centers on the “Big Six” activities – wildlife observation, environmental education and interpretation, hunting, fishing and photography.  

Few people think of thanking Washington for the pleasure of walking, relaxing or fishing on a pristine beach, swimming and surfing, biking and hiking on nature trails or marveling at waterfowl and other birds and animals – but  they should.

Since President Theodore Roosevelt signed an executive order in 1903 permanently setting aside Pelican Island in Florida as the first national wildlife refuge, the system has grown to more than 500 refuges with more than 150 million acres of land, submerged land and waters, including nearly 18 million acres in the lower 48 states.

In 1943, the Interior Department’s Fish and Wildlife Service acquired 8,808 acres on the Virginia end of Assateague Island and established the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge as a winter habitat for the migrating greater snow goose and other birds. The refuge has since grown to more than 14,000 acres with about 280 species of birds.

The Maryland part of the island was on its way to being developed in residential lots when a powerful storm in 1962 washed over the island and destroyed roads. Developers abandoned their plans, and in 1965 President Lyndon Johnson designated the Assateague Island National Seashore on the rest of the barrier island.

Were it not for the two designations, Assateague likely would be as heavily developed as Ocean City and Virginia Beach.

Even 50 years ago, it wasn’t easy to set the land aside. Some local officials favored a commercial beach with concessions and restaurants, and others complained that only “the magnifying-glass nature lover and the bird watcher” would come to the national seashore.

Today, people can hunt and fish and drive vehicles on the sand at certain times. Currently, the Over-Sand Vehicle Zone is completely closed to 4x4 vehicles, horseback riding and pedestrians to help the endangered piping plover and other birds nest on the beach.

Wildlife comes first – as it should. That’s why they call it a wildlife refuge and a haven for wild ponies.

©2015 Marsha Mercer. All rights reserved.

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Fighting sham charities -- May 28, 2015 column

By MARSHA MERCER

Outside the supermarket, a woman sitting at a card table says she is collecting food for needy families with children.

I don’t recognize the name of her group and she’s vague about where the food is going. But she’s friendly and seems sincere, so I buy an extra can of baked beans. More generous shoppers than I stuff dollars in her jar. I hope she’s on the level and go about my day.

How many times do we have such conflicting thoughts and emotions? At every turn, we’re asked to give. We know people are hurting, we want to help -- but we don’t want to be stupid. In my case, the financial risk was minuscule, but too many kind-hearted souls contribute real money to bogus charities.  

There must be a special circle of Hell for charity scammers who dupe unsuspecting donors. In this world, though, we rely on government to punish the wicked.  

In an unprecedented sign of nationwide resolve, all 50 states and the District of Columbia joined the Federal Trade Commission May 18 and accused four charities of fleecing more than $187 million from unsuspecting donors from 2008 to 2012. The charities, all with cancer in their names and run by family members, allegedly used almost none of the money they raised for cancer patients for patients.

The charities claimed donors’ contributions would “provide pain medication to children suffering from cancer, transport cancer patients to chemotherapy appointments, or pay for hospice care for cancer patients,” according to the complaint filed in federal court. “These were lies.”

None of the groups even had programs to provide pain medicine to patients. None transported patients to chemotherapy and none paid for hospice care.

Calling the groups “sham charities,” the complaint says almost every penny collected actually paid for-profit fundraisers and enriched the small group that ran the charities.

The funds donors intended for cancer patients instead bought cars, dainties from Victoria’s Secret, meals at Hooters, and “training trips” for employees and their families in Disney World and cruises of the Caribbean. Donations went for personal loans and paid for college tuition, gym memberships, Jet Ski outings, dating Website subscriptions and tickets to concerts and sporting events.

Less than 3 cents of every dollar collected went to cancer patients in cash and goods, the complaint states. “Comfort boxes” for patients included mostly overstock items, Carnation Instant Breakfast, Little Debbie Snack Cakes and later Moon Pies.

Under terms of a proposed settlement agreement, Children’s Cancer Fund of America and the Breast Cancer Society agreed to shut down, and three principals will be banned from fundraising and other charitable management activities. Litigation will continue against Cancer Fund of America, Cancer Support Services and founder and president, James Reynolds Sr., the FTC said.

It’s no easy task keeping track of charities. In 2012, there were about 1.6 million nonprofits registered with the Internal Revenue Service. Individuals gave roughly $240.6 billion to charities in 2013, according to Giving USA.

Almost every major disaster and tragedy generates a new wave of scam artists. State and federal regulators simply can’t keep up. 

In case you’re thinking that sham charities are a modern phenomenon, think again. Former President Grover Cleveland warned in 1906 that people might be discouraged from giving to responsible charities because of fraudulent schemes. He suggested the creation of an agency to test charities and provide “reliable guidance” to donors. 

Fortunately, today several organizations do just that, including the Better Business Bureau Wise Giving Alliance, Charity Navigator, Charity Watch and GuideStar. The FTC has good advice on its Charity Scams page.

Consumers should know that many sham charities have names strikingly similar to reputable ones. Beware of appeals that tug at heartstrings with diseases like cancer and the suffering of children, police, firefighters and veterans. Ask questions; legitimate groups should provide information on how they spend donations.

And I learned this: “Wise donors don’t drop money into canisters at the checkout counter or hand over cash to solicitors outside the supermarket,” Charity Navigator advises in Top 10 Best Practices of Savvy Donors.

We all have a role to play in stopping sham charities. Now more than ever, it’s important to be generous -- and smart.

©2015 Marsha Mercer. All rights reserved.

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Wright brothers soar in our imaginations -- May 21, 2015 column

By MARSHA MERCER

Perhaps no Memorial Day has been as quietly momentous as May 30, 1899.

One hundred and 16 years ago, on what was then called Decoration Day, Wilbur Wright, 32, of Dayton, Ohio, sat down and wrote a letter by hand that literally changed the course of history.

He asked the Smithsonian Institution in Washington for all the papers the Smithsonian had published on aviation and a list of other works in English on the subject. He intended, he said, to devote whatever time he could spare from his bicycle shop to the systematic study of human flight.

Aware that his plan would seem far-fetched, since most people believed man wasn’t meant to fly and it was folly to try, Wright wrote:

“I am an enthusiast, but not a crank in the sense that I have some pet theories as to the proper construction of a flying machine.”

Amazingly, the Smithsonian responded and sent pamphlets and a list. Wilbur and his younger brother Orville began their studies.

They worked tirelessly -- from studying birds in flight to conquering the technical and mechanical challenges of building a flyer. Four and a half years later, on a sandy beach in North Carolina the brothers piloted the first sustained flights of a heavier-than-air machine.

Who the brothers were, how it all happened and what came next make the compelling story biographer David McCullough tells in “The Wright Brothers.” The book debuts at No. 1 in both the print and e-book nonfiction and hardback nonfiction categories in the May 24 New York Times Book Review.

We may not agree on much in this cantankerous country, but I’ll hazard a guess on one thing: Everybody loves a story of the American dream. It’s hard to resist a tale of American ingenuity, hard work, courage and perseverance, especially when it ends in unequivocal success.

The Wrights surmounted so many obstacles on their path that their triumph seems made for TV.  Indeed, Tom Hanks scooped up the rights for an HBO miniseries even before the book was released May 5.

That a man could take to the air like a bird was such an absurd notion that many considered the Wrights odd. The brothers were inseparable and never married. They shared the family house, cooking duties and a bank account.

They had “no college education, no formal technical training, no experience working with anyone other than themselves, no friends in high places, no financial backers, no government subsidies, and little money of their own,” McCullough writes.

Yet they never gave up.

They persisted despite the difficulty in shipping their flying machines in parts to the remote Outer Banks coast and in combating relentless swarms of mosquitoes, unpredictable weather and the occasional lack of wind. 

They persevered despite the real possibility that they would die trying, as had other aviator pioneers. Orville nearly did die in a crash that took the life of his passenger, the first death in aviation history.

What they did have was a dream coupled with energy, courage and the spark of genius. They worked six days a week.  Neither they nor their father, a traveling preacher, had a high school diploma, but their father had a substantial library. The boys and their sister Katharine read voraciously on all subjects.

They also pondered, thought through problems, and when they failed experimented some more. And they wrote things out. By hand. And here’s another thing that distinguishes the Wrights:  

“Seldom ever did any one of the Wrights – father, sons, daughter – put anything down on paper that was dull or pointless or poorly expressed,” McCullough says.

When the brothers made their first successful flights in Kitty Hawk, N.C., Dec. 17, 1903, no reporters were there. A “ludicrously inaccurate” news story “concocted” by the Virginian-Pilot in Norfolk ran in  several newspapers around the country, McCullough writes.

A sampling of the news coverage on the Library of Congress’ site includes the story in the Richmond (Va.) Dispatch, on page 5, headlined “A Machine That Flies.”   

When the world finally took notice, the Wright brothers became larger than life, first in France and Europe, then in the United States. By all accounts, the celebrities never let wealth and fame go to their heads.

They grasped as inspiration the idea that man could soar with the birds and applied dogged determination until it happened.

This summer, the heroic Wright brothers are again lifting Americans’ spirits.

©2015 Marsha Mercer. All rights reserved.

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21st Century struggles with memorializing the fallen -- May 14, 2015 column

By MARSHA MERCER

America’s last surviving World War I veteran died in 2011. Frank Buckles was 110 years old, and he devoted his last years to pushing for a national World War I memorial on the National Mall in Washington.

There still isn’t one.

If all goes as hoped, though, the National World War One memorial will open in 2018, the 100^th anniversary of the armistice that ended the “war to end all wars.” But it won’t be on the Mall. 

After a design competition to be announced any day, the World War One Centennial Commission hopes to transform Pershing Park, a block from the White House on Pennsylvania Avenue, where today a statue of Gen. John J. “Black Jack” Pershing, leader of the American Expeditionary Forces in the war, commands a dismal plaza that has fallen into disrepair.  

Buckles had dreamed of repurposing as a national monument the District of Columbia’s elegant, open-air memorial to the city’s 499 World War I dead, but city officials balked. An effort to create a memorial to doughboys in Constitution Gardens on the Mall, costing up to $10 million, also collapsed.

And now there’s the problem of money. When Congress approved the Pershing Park site last December, it decreed: “No federal funds may be obligated or expended” for the World War I memorial.

It took only 60 years to build the World War II Memorial in Washington. The saga of the World War I memorial shows how long and winding the road can be to commemorate our war heroes, and that has implications for memorializing fighters in the War on Global Terror. 

We do have state, local and online memorials that honor troops who have died in Operation Enduring Freedom, Operation Iraqi Freedom and related conflicts. Nearly 6,900 American men and women have died in combat since 2001.

But unlike previous wars, this one may not end when all the troops eventually come home from Afghanistan as most have from Iraq, not if the cancer of extremism continues to spread in the region.  

That matters because under the Commemorative Works Act of 1986, which governs new memorials in Washington, a new war memorial cannot be built until at least 10 years after “the officially designated end” of a war.

Then there’s the question of where to put such a memorial. The National Mall is officially full. Congress in 2003 designated a “Reserve” area where no new memorials can be built. The swath of prime real estate from the U.S. Capitol to the Lincoln Memorial and from the White House to the Jefferson Memorial is a “substantially completed work of civic art,” Congress said. Some memorials were grandfathered in and Congress made exceptions for others, but new commemorative works are prohibited.

With budgets tight and the congressional Republican majority eager to hold down spending, the prospect of significant federal funds for a memorial to the War on Terror appears slim.

Fortunately, the story of the Iraq and Afghanistan veterans’ experience won’t be completely missing from the nation’s capital.

The Vietnam Veterans Memorial  Fund, which built The Wall, plans an underground Education Center at the Wall that not only will put faces with the 58,000 names listed but also will include photos of Iraq and Afghanistan veterans.

“Every hour on the hour, we’re going to show photos of Iraq and Afghanistan” veterans, Jan Scruggs, founder of the fund, told DOD News last month.

“This will have enormous psychological importance to the people who served in these wars. Eventually they’ll get their own monument, I suspect… But this will be a place that will be a very big deal to them,” said Scruggs, who hopes to start construction in 2018 and open the education center in 2020.

But, again, there’s a question of money. Scruggs said the center needs to raise $92 million more.

While space at the education center is not a permanent way to commemorate the veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan, it’s a decent start while we consider what a fitting monument to our latest combat veterans should be.

Let’s hope we get together as a country and build a national tribute before this generation of vets fades away.

©2015 Marsha Mercer. All rights reserved.

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Politicians need not apply -- May 7, 2015 column

By MARSHA MERCER

Republican Carly Fiorina has never held elective office, although not for lack of trying.

In 2010 the former chief executive of Hewlett-Packard sank $5.5 million of her own fortune into her Senate bid in California against Democratic incumbent Barbara Boxer. Despite a Republican wave nationally, Fiorina lost.

So, when she announced her presidential bid on Monday, Fiorina tried to make a virtue of her inexperience.

“Our Founders never intended us to have a professional political class,” she said in a video. “They believed that citizens and leaders needed to step forward.”

Welcome to yet another presidential campaign in which amateur candidates hope voters will overlook their lack of political know-how, and no candidate admits to being a politician.

Fiorina isn’t the only GOP presidential candidate who’s starting at the top. Ben Carson, author and retired pediatric neurosurgeon, has never held or even run for office.  

“I’m not a politician,” Carson said Monday in Detroit, launching his campaign. “I don’t want to be a politician because politicians do what is politically expedient. I want to do what’s right.”

That may sound refreshing, but our political system often requires cooperation and compromise.

As the former governor of Arkansas, Mike Huckabee is no stranger to politics. After winning  the 2008 Iowa caucuses, he quit the race. He sat out 2012.  

When he entered the presidential contest Tuesday, Huckabee chided politicians, without mentioning any names, for the common practice of holding one office while seeking another, something several of his Republican competitors are doing.

“If you live off the government payroll and you want to run for (an) office other than the one you’ve been elected to, then at least have the integrity and decency to resign the one that you don’t want anymore,” Huckabee said.

Even seasoned politicians are distancing themselves from their calling. Bill Clinton amazingly declared in an interview the other day, “I’m not in politics.” Hillary Clinton has a resume as long as your arm, but her performance in office may be a liability.

The 2016 presidential race is starting to sound a lot like 2008, when another self-styled Washington outsider won favor.

Here’s Fiorina:  “If you’re tired of the sound bites, the vitriol, the pettiness, the egos, the corruption, if you believe it’s time . . . for citizens to stand up to the political class and say enough, then join us.”

And here’s freshman Sen. Barack Obama in 2008: “If you believe that part of the problem is the failed politics of Washington and the conventional thinking in Washington, if you’re tired of the backbiting and the scorekeeping and the special-interest-driven politics of Washington, if you want somebody who can bring the country together around a common purpose and rally us around a common destiny, then I’m your guy.”

Fiorina, likely the only woman in the GOP field, is positioning herself as the anti-Hillary, and Carson, likely the only black man, as the anti-Obama. Critics say neither has a chance of actually capturing the GOP presidential nomination.

That certainly will be true if they fail to land onstage at the Republican debates starting in August.  The Republican National Committee is working on the criteria for determining who will be eligible to participate.

In presidential politics, though, hope springs. The patron saint of long shots is Jimmy Carter. In 1974, Carter was such a confirmed nobody that when he went on the TV game show “What’s My Line?” not one of the panelists recognized him. He was governor of Georgia at the time. Two years later, he was elected president.

But Carter’s presidency was lackluster and Obama’s has suffered because he lacked the political skills to deal with the entrenched powers in Washington. Voters should remember that it takes more than a fresh face to get things done.

Hovering over the non-politicians is the specter of Herman Cain. The flamboyant pizza company executive and tea party darling surged in the polls of GOP presidential hopefuls in 2011, leading Mitt Romney by 20 points. Cain’s star plunged just as quickly, and he left the race amid charges of sexual impropriety.

No outsider wants to be the Herman Cain of 2016.   

© 2015 Marsha Mercer. All rights reserved.

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