I Am Jack Ryan
By Michael Moriarty
I was going to continue in this editorial with my theme of Barack Obama as the African-American Mikhail Gorbachev, but a certain metaphysical urgency obliges me to again, for the fifth time in 10 years, reiterate my intention to run for the Presidency of the United States in 2008 on a third-party ticket Ė REALISTS 2008. A recent book on Vancouver celebrities cited my repeated announcement to run for the highest office as an example of how "out of touch with reality" I am. Well, at least Iím keeping my word and living up to my promises, deluded as they might be.
Every reporter who writes a story about me mentions that Iíve announced my intention to run for Mayor of Halifax, Calgary and Vancouver. I am the honorary mayor of Winnipeg. Former Mayor Glenn Murray awarded that title to me personally. HmmÖ heís homosexual, isnít he? Yes Ė and that didnít seem to bother me. Iíve shared stages and screens with so many alternate lifestyles, some of which have not been lived as honestly and openly as Murray, that I was honored to accept this title from an honest man.
My honorary citation as Mayor of Winnipeg is somewhere back in Halifax with my third wife Suzana Cabrita. My marital situation will have to be explained before I can sit down with the post-primary candidates for President butÖ oh well, all in good time. What needs to be revealed is why in hell I would continue with this promise that, according to some gentlemen of the press, keeps me out of touch with reality. Come to think of it, how do I dare to call my party the Realists?
I hem and haw occasionally. Itís kind of a Jimmy Stewart thing. He was the actor who said heíd have taken a bullet for Ronald Reagan. Even as a conservative, I wish heíd been there to take one for John F. Kennedy. Those feelings are not because I had at one dark time been a Liberal, but because Iím Irish-American. Thatís only one of the reasons my AKA now has an Irish surname: Ryan. The main reason for my political pen name is the fully fleshed-out prophecy by another Irish-American Ė Tom Clancy, the novelist. Yes, his books, particularly Debt of Honor and Executive Orders, create a President John Patrick Ryan, who is very badly needed these days. Heís John F. Kennedy with Winston Churchillís invulnerability. They call him Jack becauseÖ well, heís almost a Kennedy. The novels are set in a terroristís era with massive CIA deployment of agents and operatives worldwide and a largely Irish-influenced intelligence corps of heroes. Jack Ryan is a dream President with all the romantic aura of Camelot.
My name really is Moriarty. Itís not a stage name with a cool sound to mask another ethnic origin. So weíve not only got Tom Clancy, but a writer named Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in the mix. When will this Irish literary mania stop? The coming on of Dublin and Belfast will only end when we from the Emerald Isle give up our only real victory over the British Empire: speaking the English language better than the English do. We still havenít given up the notion that Shakespeare could well have been an Irish Catholic.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Ė how Irish can you get? Ė has the title of a knight, but was a best-selling author within the pantheon of literary giants of Victorian England. His legendary creation Sherlock Holmes was in essence a violin-playing, pipe-smoking, drug-addicted George Bernard Shaw Ė a genius, of course, but a confoundingly socialist one.
Holmesí nemesis was the Napoleon of Crime Ė Professor Moriarty. Itís not without significance that my father George Moriarty was a Detroit surgeon. His first name makes him an Irish George Washington. His first and last name belonged to my grandfather, who was a lifetime veteran of the American Baseball League Ė a third baseman for the Detroit Tigers, its manager in the early 1920s, an umpire for 25 years (he refereed five World Series) and a talent scout for the Tigers.
Itís quite a male line, the Moriartys, leading all the way back to County Kerryís fabled response to the Potato Famine: go west, young Yeats! William Butler, however, remained at home to warn us, in his Second Coming, that the Beast is on its way, slouching towards Bethlehem. If youíre a Moriarty of any self-respecting notoriety, the Beast is socialism and its intellectual leadership the likes of Shaw and Americaís very own Edmund Wilson. These names will pop up frequently in my campaign for President, because the final evidence that I must run for the White House comes from novels and not approval ratings.
What will be the main planks of my Realistsí platform?
10 - Remind Senators and representatives that the only substantive debate across the aisle on almost every issue and crisis is whether the solutions fall under federal or state jurisdiction. When a true federalist party arrives, without propagating a socialist economic policy that necessitates a federalistís mega-monopoly of all power, and that party deals with an authentic Republican Party and not a deal-making, nouveau-riche contingent out of Wall Street that makes deals with Liberals, then America will have returned home to the Declaration of Independence, Constitution and Bill of Rights.
Thatís enough to keep me busy for my first term. If all is well in 2012, I should have another four years to see that by 2016 the Eastern Gate of Jerusalem is opened and the feet that pass through it are those of a rainbow family of children who will most certainly carry the spirit of Reverend Martin Luther Kingís Lord into the future.
Oh, by the way, read the aforementioned Jack Ryan novels. If you suspect Iím short on the fictional Ryanís military background, Iíll simply hire Tom Clancy as an adviser to the President.