Odd this day

Coates
3 min readJul 26, 2023

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26 July: 103rd anniversary of H. L. Mencken’s Baltimore Sun column predicting a “downright moron” in the White House.

Image of newspaper clipping, which reads: THE EVENING SUN, BALTIMORE, MONDAY, JULY 26, 1920. Bayard vs. Lionheart By H. L. Mencken.

Critic, journalist and satirist Henry Louis Mencken was commenting at the time on the two men then vying to be President: eventual winner Warren G Harding and Democratic candidate James M Cox, neither of whom appeared to impress him.

Photo of H. L. Mencken — a man in shirtsleeves (rolled up to the elbow), tie and waistcoat, sat at a desk, a pipe on one hand, the other resting on a typewriter, with a newspaper spread out next to the typewriter. He has a centre parting and is looking at the camera

Cox, he wrote, was “a pliant intellectual Jenkins” (and I’m afraid I have no idea what ‘Jenkins’ means in that context — only that we know from the context that it isn’t flattering), while Harding was

a numskull like the idiots he faces.

The general gist, “in an era”, as Snopes points out, “before the advent of television and the internet, when broadcast radio was in its infancy”, was that it was difficult for ‘good’ men to get into power when they had to reach the masses to do so.

But when a candidate for public office faces the voters he does not face men of sense; he faces a mob of men whose chief distinguishing mark is the fact that they are quite incapable of weighing ideas, or even of comprehending any save the most elemental-men whose whole thinking is done in terms of emotion, and whose dominant emotion is dread of what they cannot understand. So confronted, the candidate must either bark with the pack, or count himself lost.

In other words, you can get a point across when you’re talking to a small group, but trying to communicate with vast numbers requires… less nuance. Thankfully, not a problem we face these days…

The larger the mob, the harder the test. In small areas, before small electorates, a first-rate man occasionally fights his way through, carrying even the mob with him by force of his personality. But when the field is nationwide, and the fight must be waged chiefly at second and third hand, and the force of personality cannot so readily make itself felt, then all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre — the man who can most easily adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum.

He then concludes with his now well-known cynical (if understandable) flourish:

The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.

Snopes scrupulously points out that the word ‘narcissistic’, which crept in between the penultimate and last words when this was a meme from 2016–20, does not appear.

Meme of Mencken quote featuring unflattering sepia image of Mencken and the last two sentences of his piece, except the final phrase reads (incorrectly, and not very grammatically) “The White House will be occupied by a downright fool and a complete narcissistic moron”

He is still the occupant of that office whom it best describes, though. We might also point out that that guy reached high office at a time when it was easier to get a message across to people than at any previous time in history, using media where we each feel we’re receiving information individually, not en masse.

On the topic of fine journalism, today is also the 15th anniversary of this Nicholas Lezard book review appearing in the Guardian. I didn’t buy the book, I’m afraid, but I did note down this aside, which appeared to me to contain considerable wisdom:

(Taylor is a keen meditator, and encourages us to be the same; I find that I can achieve Zen-like calm with a couple of pints of decent beer)

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