Go Away, Little Girl

Our local newspaper reports on yesterday's visit of Carole King to our area, where she campaigned for Barack Obama and Jeanne Shaheen (who's running against our state's incumbent Senator, John E. Sununu).

She's certainly enthusiastic. Apparently riffing off an allegedly inspirational comment from Hillary Clinton in her concession speech:

"I love what she said about there are now 18 million cracks in the glass ceiling," King said. "There are now 18 million cracks in another kind of ceiling. And when you put them together, and if we have all this cracked ceiling, maybe the ceiling will go away, and then there won't be any ceiling any more for anybody ever again."
I know what you're thinking, you sexist pig: jeez, shut up and sing, wouldya?

Be careful, you might get what you wish for:

Soon after that, King led the group in a sing-along, tweaking her music in hopes of sending Obama, a senator from Illinois, to the White House.

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you're around

Oh, Lord. I'm squirming in embarrassment. Can it get any worse?

Why yes it can. Because Carole has lots of pre-feminist odes to slavish devotion, and she's not shy about recycling them:

And then to Barack," King said softly, "we'd say, 'Where you lead, I will follow, anywhere that you tell me to ... .'"
This doesn't really compare with Carole's trip to Cuba when she seranaded Fidel with "You've Got a Friend" at Havana's scenic Karl Marx theater.

But wouldn't even a Democrat find this unabashed sycophancy more than a little creepy?