Nap Time

Amy's worried about jinxing the election. She should stop worrying, because I've been at it for over a month now. If I was superstitious about anything except my socks*, I'd be afraid of being so openly cynical about how things are going to turn out. But frankly, I think the worst thing would be for progressives, liberals, and rational moderates to believe that we've got this thing in the bag. We definitely do not, and resting on our laurels now will just mean we have to endure watching McCain's inauguration with laurel-shaped welts in our asses.

The press is all over trying to make Obama look shaky, and has no problem running Clinton hit-pieces in the guise of stunningly poor journalism. McCain is getting none of this. None of it. The guy who doesn't know the difference between Iran and Al Queda is getting a pass from the media, because he's not in a real race right now and isn't very interesting.

And Amy's right about Obama's speech too. It was stunningly moving; without a doubt, one of the best examples of true modern-day statesmanship I've heard in a long time. Does it matter? Not at all. Nobody wants statesmanship. They want Hillary upstairs while Bill gets a blowjob. They want Obama's uppity pastor who don't know his place. They want governors with hookers, or maybe admitting to threesomes. Real statesmanship, well, that shit's boring.

We are screwed.

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