ConstantCommentary® Vol. XV, No. 199,
June 22, 2016
So Sue Me . . .
by Mike Jasper
As a matter of fact, I do know
Jim Moore
Jim Moore is one of the more famous authors in Texas, and arguably
the most prestigious political writer this side of Molly Ivins to
ever come out of Austin. By an accident of fate, we’ve become pretty
good friends.
Jim sends me a message via Facebook. “We should meet for a
beer, dude.” He’s right. It’s time. I message him from work, and
he messages back telling me to meet him at Sam’s Boat in north
Austin at 6 p.m.
Jim Moore hails from Flint, Michigan, the same place liberal gadfly
Michael Moore came from, and although they’re not related and have
never met, their dads did work at the same factory. Jim graduated
high school in Flint, and went to Michigan State where he majored in
communications and met the girl who would soon become his wife, Mary
Lou.
I get to Sam’s Boat before Jim does and grab a booth. He
walks in a few minutes later and we chat a bit, catching up on our
lives. Seemingly out of nowhere he asks, “You’ve gained a little
weight, haven’t you?”
After college graduation, Jim climbed on his motorcycle and headed
out to find America. Even more importantly, he headed out to find a
job in America. It wasn’t easy. A station manager in North Platte,
Nebraska, told him, “You might as well quit now, boy, because nobody
like you will ever make it in broadcasting.” But he found several
jobs in both radio and TV, and even served as a news bureau chief in
Denver, Colorado. To this day, he still appears on CNN and MSNBC as
a political analyst.
Jim and I order beers and he continues. “Seriously, dude,
you’ve gotten real fat. You gained back all the weight you lost
plus a little more. Man, you’re fat. That’s not even the right
word. Tubby? Porcine? County-fair ready? Holy hell, you’re
incredibly fat, man.”
Of course, Jim’s real claim to fame was his turn as a NY Times
best-selling author. He and writing partner Wayne Slater wrote
“Bush’s Brain,” an exposé of Karl Rove’s role in the George Bush
candidacy. The book was eventually turned into a movie and Jim
attended the premiere of the film in a limousine and given the
red-carpet treatment.
Now Jim climbs on top of the table. “May I have your attention,
please? Got a fat man here. Right there. No, no, don’t try to hide
under the table, you’ll never fit. I believe this man to be the
fattest guy in the room, possibly the fattest man in Central
Texas. Sure, he’s not Houston fat, but he’s plenty fat all right.
If this bar’s got a tug-o-war team, I suggest you sign him up
immediately. Sam's Boat found its anchor!”
The success of Bush’s Brain led to a second book about Karl Rove
called “The Architect.” Although it didn’t sell as well as the first
book, it received high critical praise. As of this writing, Jim
Moore continues to publish books, both non-fiction and fiction, and
has a new book deal in the offing.
Jim continues to mock me and I wonder: Where in the hell did he
get a megaphone? And why is he still standing on the table, waving
his arms in the air like he just doesn’t care? And why is
everybody singing along with him? “All we are saying … is
this dude is fat — one more time, everybody, louder with feeling —
all we are saying, is this dude is fat …”
Who can predict life? A few years ago Jim and I played ball together
on the Padres baseball team in a 50-year-old-and-over hardball
league. Since then, we’ve hung out from time to time to discuss
literature, sports, art, politics, high-tech horizons and the past
that’s so quickly slipped away — all while sipping pints of
locally-crafted beer in cool dark hideouts safely removed from the
blinding heat of the great consolation prize called Austin, Texas.
How can so many people fit on one table? And why does Jim
continue to lead them in song? “For he’s a jolly fat fellow, for
he’s a jolly fat fellow, for he’s a jolly fat felloooooow … that
nobody can deny. Is fat.”
Yep. I’m friends with legendary author James C. Moore all right.
Lucky me.
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This column aims to be funny. If you can read anything else into
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