Much has been written over the last couple days about former Minnesota Senator Eugene McCarthy who died on Saturday at the age of 89. Most of it centers around the courage of his supposed takedown of Lyndon Johnson in the 1968 New Hampshire primary (which Johnson actually won despite not even being on the ballot or campaigning in New Hampshire...) or his later futile presidential runs. I always think of the man who wrote so eloquently about playing amateur baseball in the Great Soo League of rural central Minnesota. I think of the native son who rose quickly with other MN political heavyweights (Humphrey, Mondale, Freeman, etc.) in the newly created post-war Democratic-Farmer Labor party who nevertheless through spite and aloofness wore out his welcome and was never forgiven for helping torpedo Humphrey's short run against Nixon in 1968. I think about the self-styled politician-intellectual-poet who so often reveled in being on the losing end of a political contest because of his commitment to the proposition that politics was less about power and more about a commitment to morality.
Clearly McCarthy was an infinitely complex man but it was one of the things I think that made him interesting to me. I was alway a fan of his wry sense of humor and wit as well as his uncommon ability to dissect the body politic that was as fresh as it was sometimes curmudgeony. If you want just a taste of that wit and wisdom check out the Ezra Klein's link over at Tapped to McCarthy's 15 Commandments for choosing a presidential candidate and see what I mean.