Cocooning in Quincy

I recall several years ago being told by futurists to expect an age of cocooning to strike America. It would be a time of retreating to the seclusion of our homes rather than being out enjoying the world. A time to revel in the joys of family in lieu of the fun of the outside world.
“This race has gone from cordial to being one of the most malicious, destructive, wrong campaigns we’ve ever seen in the history of Massachusetts,” he said. “Shame on Martha.”
I'm not sure if that trend ever happened, but a different sort of cocooning is going on in the state of Massachusetts, as Scott Brown threatens to overturn the political world in his race against Martha Coakley. Brown supporters are moving out of the usual orbits of their lives to nurture, and protect, the Republican state senator who is now the number one political story in the country.
The crowd cheered “Shame on Martha!”
Today in Quincy, what looked to be close to a thousand people packed onto the library lawn to cheer on their candidate in a campaign that has turned from a grind into a frenzy in less than two weeks. I've known the candidate since we were at Tufts together in the 1970's, and I've interviewed him many times through his political career.
"But seeing you here, it's kind of the cocoon around me that protects me from what's going on out there, it means a tremendous amount."
When he sees me now as he walks with a swarm of cameras and hangers on controlling the pace and direction of his movements, Scott shrugs his shoulders and gives a little grimace as if to say, "this is getting pretty wild." Not a complaint, as I see it, but an acknowledgment that he has been catapulted into an unreal world. Speaking Saturday morning, Scott expressed his appreciation.
"I don't mind being the point person and going through what I consider now  a battle knowing that you're behind me backing me up  has so much importance to me I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart."
It's not just about supporting a candidate for the citizens who turned out in the downtown that also contains the homestead of one of our Founders, who also went on to become our first vice president and our second president. It is about reclaiming the voice that the revolution represented, and reclaiming the power that rightfully belongs to the people. We have been wallowing in the cocoon of affluence for some years now - living such comfortable lives that we've become complacent and haven't watched over what goes on in Washington, or even on Beacon Hill. But times are tough and voters don't like seeing a system that responds to special interests and self interest without caring much about its citizens or even about the well being of the nation.
Martha Coakley is the symbol of the ruling class at it's worst. In an age in which equal rights are claimed as the brand of one party, that party told us we would elect Martha because she is a woman. The usual bill of goods was sold us - she's smart, savvy, she's for the working man, she fights for the people. Yet she is a political figure who appears to care for nothing over than her own pursuit of power.
"This race is about differences... it's not about personalities. And you know about the differences."
Coakley's idea of how democracy is supposed to work goes something like this - the machine selects her, and she gets ordained. She won't talk to the people, she thinks the election is about getting the unions to deliver for her, as she belongs to a party that thinks the seat is theirs to dole out because it is "Ted Kennedy's Seat."
Scott Brown now has posters that read, "It's the People's Seat." That's not something the Coakley folks understand, although after Scott he used it to great affect in the debate on Monday, the Democrats put it into a script and had Vicki Kennedy read it for a commercial - the desperate frauds that they are. Now the big guns are invading the state, telling us how to vote, as the heavy pounding of artillery shells on TV make the colonists of Massachusetts more determined than ever to fight off the invading forces that Coakley represents.
We are providing cover for Scott as he leads the charge against the machine. It's corny, I know, but that's the story line as we see it. We are his cocoon.