Bob Dole seems inarticulate. But entertain the possibility for a moment that he is actually pioneering a new form of eloquence. Imagine if the great orators of history had used the Dole style: the choppy delivery, the random word asociations, the tendency to speak about oneself in the third person. Listeners at the Virginia House of Burgesses would have heard, “Patrick Henry regrets it; only got one life to give for his country.” Or from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial: “Martin Luther King has a dream. Promised land. Gonna get there. Got the votes.” And in ancient Rome: “Julius Caesar conquered. Got my dog, Emperior. Nice dog.”
Okay, maybe Dole is just inarticulate.
