In order to complete today's story we return to travelling the seas around the High Arctic...and in telling the first half of the story we were introduced to a sea captain and his parrot, we examined the destruction of a tribal village by United States Marines-and we learned that "tricing up" someone is not some kind of weird dating ritual.
The story has already raised questions of race and culture; and as we move forward it's going to encompass whaling, an incredible rescue, and more personal trials and tribulations-not to mention the Brewery Worker's Union-and if all that wasn't enough, we'll even bring in a few thousand reindeer to round the whole thing out.
So put on your caribou fur, clean up your sled runners--and let's head north to Alaska, before the rush is on.
There has already been mountains of material written about the politics of race in this campaign, and there will be mountains more before it is through (and, for that matter, in the months after no matter what the result), but the latest back and forth has stirred me to weigh in. Having grown up in a working class neighborhood in the Midwest, and spent years talking politics in the labor halls and bars of Iowa, I have lots of thoughts about the working class white folks of middle America that McCain is targeting with this bullshit.