Now say there is an efficient, well-respected janitor elected by a mandate of the masses to ensure the room's cleanliness. Let's call this hypothetical janitor Gudy Riuliani.
Unfortunately for the denizens of the soiled room, Gudy is contractually obligated to retire well before he'll have time to reupholster the sofa or give the fan's blades a good once-over.
Waiting in the wings, however, are several untested janitorial apprentices eager to accept the monumental challenge. But is it conceivable that they could disinfect with the grace and style of Gudy?
Will the room's occupants feel safe to lounge in a recliner without fearing projectile fecal matter? Should we shred Gudy's contract and permit him to retain his hygienic authority until enough crap has been shoveled off the floor that his successor can do his job barefoot? Or would that solution abandon the democratic processes that had kept the room spotless for centuries and simultaneously realize the pureed poop's intention of disrupting normalcy? Smaller pieces of dung have hit the wall in the past, but for the most part whoever held the mop at the moment rose to the responsibility invested in his position of authority.
So if Gudy allows his protege to watch over his shoulder until he resigns, the room's future can be secured without altering those principles that made America the haven for liberty it is today ... I mean the room, not America.
OK, I am actually going somewhere with this fictitious metaphor. And no it doesn't have anything to do with odd defecation rituals on South Campus and dormitory maintenance personnel's stoic diligence. Actually, I am hoping to draw a parallel with the mayoral election taking place in New York City.
At the center of the election is Rudolph Giuliani, the "Mayor of America." Although reporters granted Rudy this title due to his exemplary handling of the Sept. 11 debacle, I was hesitant to concede the respect tied to this nominal claim.
Don't get me wrong. The guy is great and handled the crisis exceptionally well. I have especially enjoyed his past skirt-wearing cameos on "Saturday Night Live." My reluctance to extol his actions, however, draws from cynicism, which tells me any person would have acted similarly.
But upon further thought I realized he was the city's perfect mouthpiece. His straightforward, tell-it-like-it-is persona does not waver in adversity's presence. Inhabitants of New York City find solace in this honesty. Furthermore, his hands-on approach shows his deep love for his city.