Well, she never had a realistic chance of winning the nomination, and I’m sure she KNEW that. But she was running to make history and to make a point, and in that regard, she succeeded. In a fairly crowded field (George McGovern, Edmund Muskie, Hubert Humphrey, Scoop Jackson, John Lindsay, George Wallace, and that’s just off the top of my head), she won 3 states with large black populations.
How about Vermin Supreme?
In fairness, IIRC she’d won the Nobel Prize when getting tapped as a running mate; by contrast, wasn’t the idea in The Dead Zone that third-party candidate Greg Stillson would get elected President with a job history ranging from “traveling salesman” over to “old-timey rainmaker” before he ineptly sparks nuclear apocalypse?
Meh. That’s half an episode of Scandal.
Which reminds me: Fitz Grant is all too plausible.
I guess nobody saw Machete Kills. Stuff launched out the nose at the phone call…
Well, to repeat:
The Probability Broach isn’t a comedy. Well, it isn’t intentionally a comedy; it’s basically a sci-fi political tract about how wonderful a society run along libertarian lines would be. Including how libertarianism leads to gorillas and chimps being given equal rights, gadgets that let them talk, and eventually a gorilla President. And electrically heated highways, I don’t know why that detail has stuck in my head all these years…
Looking it up I see that the gorilla was named Olongo Featherstone-Haugh.
It’s hard to impeach someone when the people who have the authority to do so are all dead. Of course that only adds fuel to the conspiracy theory fire…
That year, everyone was a serious candidate for two or three news cycles.