Brown lost when he failed to stand for anything
To the editor:
He came out of nowhere, a state senator from the “nowhere” town of Wrentham, to vie for the U.S. Senate seat once held by Massachusetts icon Ted Kennedy. His opponent would be Martha Coakley, who held the title of state Attorney General.
Scott Brown was the immediate underdog. Even worse — he was a Republican. Coakley had name recognition, Brown did not. Coakley had the state Democratic machine behind her, Brown had the almost nonexistent Republican Party behind him.
But soon people began taking note of the attractive, well-spoken candidate who campaigned from his pickup truck. He was coming across as a regular guy. He had even posed partially covered in a women’s magazine. He was different.
But Martha Coakley still held a comfortable lead. Nothing to worry about. But then Scott Brown went as far to the right as it is possible to go in Massachusetts. He said: “I will be the 41st vote against Obamacare!”
Wait a minute. Wasn’t a national health care plan one of Ted Kennedy’s main goals in life? Wasn’t this his baby? How could anyone oppose this in Massachusetts and expect to win election? Ted wasn’t even cold in the ground yet and this Brown character is going to trash his big dream?
But many voters rallied to his call. “Hey, we finally got a live one.” “This guy tells it like it is.” “It’s about time someone ...” and so on. And Scott Brown went on to win — even in Hyannisport.
That is how Scott Brown rose to the top — and this is how he fell back to the bottom.
Once in Washington he evidently fell for the line that said, “If you want to get re-elected from Massachusetts you have to move more to the center; you have to work more with the opposition party.” So Scott Brown listened to these seasoned pros who were supposed to know what they were talking about and became one of the most bipartisan senators in Washington. But what he did not realize is that the Republicans and independents who worked and voted for him did not send him to Washington to work with “those across the aisle.” They sent him to Washington to beat those across the aisle because they believed them to be dangerous to the country. So what’s with this “bipartisan stuff?”
Brown even voted against “don’t ask, don’t tell” which had worked fine for years, and in the process disappointed more of his base vote.
Then came the 2012 election, and Brown’s opponent this time was the “leftist” Harvard professor Elizabeth Warren, who talked about fairness for everyone, intimating that if you felt life had somehow shortchanged you — which probably included 80 percent of everyone everywhere — you should vote for her. Brown, on the other hand, campaigned on the fact that he was a good family man and that he was one of the most bipartisan senators in Washington. Why he thought that either of those points were important to the voters has never been explained.
In the debates with Warren, Scott Brown rarely, if ever, mentioned his Republican affiliation and alienated even more of his base. In this second race Scott Brown was not against or for anything, so many of those who supported him in his first race left the box blank — which proves you can’t win with nothing.
Funeral home provided caring service
To the editor:
I’m writing this letter to you with the hope that you will put it in the newspaper to let everyone know how wonderful the Driscoll Funeral Home is! The funeral home is owned and operated by the nicest man, Patrick Driscoll, and is located at 309 South Main St. in Bradford.
My dad just passed away at the age of 62 in September 2012 and we had his services at the Driscoll Funeral Home. Mr. Driscoll and his funeral home are the epitome of class. From Patrick arriving in a three-piece suit to pick up my dad from my parents’ home the morning he passed to every last and smallest detail during all the services, he was amazing. Mr. Driscoll has class, compassion, and is wonderful at what he does. His funeral home is not only beyond immaculate, but it is stunning and full of charm as well.
The most amazing thing which actually prompted this letter was the personal delivery by Patrick Driscoll to my mom’s home in December, almost three months to the day after my dad’s passing. He delivered a beautiful poinsettia plant along with a beautiful Christmas ornament with my dad’s name engraved on it along with the year he was born and the year he passed away. My family and I are so touched by the caring and thoughtfulness of this man that I could not let this pass without trying to let everyone know about him and his funeral home.
For the Pearl and Filaseta families,