Granholm's world

"You are being called to something more right now, Jen. To somewhere you're never been. This is your crucible. So many factory workers are lost, so you are lost too ... maybe it's okay for you to be lost, Jen ... my point is, you're not God. So let it go. Let go of the ego."

— from A Governor's Story, by Jennifer Granholm

Oh, barf!

Last weekend, I took time off from the tanning studio to read the memoirs of our last governor, one Jennifer Mulhern Granholm, who claims to have written this book with her husband, one Daniel Granholm Mulhern. 

You may not remember now, but nine years ago, she was adored. Matter of fact, she was compared for a while to Abraham Lincoln, Susan B. Anthony, Queen Boadicea, etc., etc.

One of the sillier Free Press columnists predicted that America might be inspired to change the Constitution so Canadian-born Jenny could become president. Personally, I was holding out for pope.

But it was soon discovered that Granholm, alas, had great difficulty deciding whether to order broccoli or carrots with her lunch. Once she did, she had even more difficulty sticking to her choice. Nor was she able to exercise any clout at all if the cook didn't give her what she wanted. She was spared execution by the voters, however, since she had the good fortune to run for re-election in a terrific Democratic year, against Dick DeVos, a right-wing opponent with the charm of a piece of shirt cardboard.

So she was re-elected. Things got worse economically, and so did she. At last we were liberated from Granholm, who, after professing her undying loyalty to Michigan, quickly moved to California.

By that time, she was about as popular as foot rot. Ironically, many turned against her for the wrong reasons. The national recession and the collapse of the auto industry weren't her fault.

Nor was she to blame for Comerica and Pfizer turning tail and abandoning the state, or for Mike Bishop, the Republican majority leader in the Senate, a "rigid right-winger," unable to compromise, "perpetually tan, wore shirts with his initials monogrammed on the cuffs, who used more product in his hair than I did."

However, she did completely fail to be any kind of effective leader. Once, after her re-election, her husband asked me for my advice, saying that they knew I'd been critical, but respected that I understood the shape the state was in.

Whether that was an attempt to flatter me, I don't know. What I told him was that she needed to go on television, tell the people that nobody had leveled with them, including her, and that we were in bad shape.

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