The challenge of the Steak Dinner is to stay relevant in this age of electronic presidents and shadows that erase themselves. It can maintain its prominence by appearing in the mouths of some of our better-paid circus performers and pencil sharpeners. It can update its look, so to speak, with the tasteful placement of scarves.
What the Steak Dinner must do to escape a fate in the elephant cages, above all else, is cultivate an air of mystery. Mystery about its origin (was it sliced from the calf of a giant?), mystery about its flavor (does it taste like a roofing shingle or a drifter’s boot?) and mystery about its intentions (run for higher office or become a lawyer, end the game with a few dollars in the bank?).
Opacity and doubt are The Steak Dinner’s best friends.