problem with the middle ground, is it is often at different places for different people. one of the classics, which I just remembered, had to do with the elder George Bush, when he was Vice President.
He and Reagan had flown to Houston in August, 1988, for the GOP Convention that would nominate Bush for the Presidency. His family was at the airfield waiting to greet him. Reagan went to a window on Air Force One and asked which people out there the Veep knew. Bush pointed to Jeb Bush, and his children. Reagan, seeing the general area, but still not able to pick out the specific kids, asked something about what they looked like, “Is she the tall girl with blonde hair?”
Bush said, “No, my grandkids are the little brown ones next to that girl.”
His grandkids were brown and little, standing next to a blonde.
His opponents tried to paint him as something, with that bit of words.