I'm so sorry that your state is about to break the workers' unions. I'm also sorry that, even though I have friends in Wisconsin, I won't be visiting them anymore. I'm sorry I won't be buying Wisconsin dairy products anymore, and I'm sorry I won't ever get to visit the Woodman's in Kenosha again. I'm really sorry that I'll be checking labels on the products I see at the store for the Wisconsin origin so that I can put them back.
I'm sorry I won't get to see the Dells again.
We used to be friends, Wisconsin.
Against all the guns and bluster of the rabid right, what has Obama got that can save him? Only cheeriness, humor, buoyancy, capability, determination, calm, assurance, confidence, maturity, and a winning record. More after the jump.
This is going to be a short diary, so I apologize. I've written mostly long ones, but this idea is too much fun not to share. I hope to at least get a few fun comments out of it. But before you travel all the way below the fold, understand that we are going on several presumptions:
- Glenn Beck is paranoid.
- Glenn Beck is dangerous.
- Glenn Beck is batshit crazy.
- Glenn Beck, pushed over the edge, could be pretty funny.
A thought came to mind that is stronger than what I have seen elsewhere. I don't post many diaries because anything I have to say has generally been said by a lot of people, here and elsewhere, and I don't feel my words are so deathless that they need to contribute to the junk drawer that is the blogosphere. When I see an aspect of something no one else seems to, though, it's time for a comment.
We can be excused our happiness for so many reasons, not the least being that just in his first week President Obama is proving to be just the leader we've expected. Jubilation's easy to come by when your team wins, and it fills out like a full sail when it carries the promise of a positive course for the world. Knowing that we will all sacrifice together for a better day makes it sweeter, though tougher: we're all going to carry a burden for the greater good, and at the finish, we'll have the right to be proud of ourselves, our fellow citizens, and our country. So the winning has passed and the work has started, and in ourselves we find the patriotism that has eluded our most cynical.
So this is more than just a repudiation of the Bush era. It's much more than that.
It seems there are a few out there who do not understand the mood of this country at this historic time. They are called Republicans.
Someone I know recently remarked that he hasn't seen a jubilance like this moment in this country since V-J day. (And yes, he was a young man at the time.) That struck me, because of my silly grin for the last couple of weeks, mirroring the one I began wearing on November 4th. I balance that with the sneering remarks from the right, many of them variations on "Obama the Messiah." Yes, I worry that we expect too much out of him. But I want to say to those who sneer: "You don't understand. It's not about him. It's about US."
Have any questions about David Shuster's journalistic diligence? Ever wonder if he was in anybody's tank? Have you seen him drop an occasional ball? Wonder no more. We've seen him start going after bullshi***rs with a rare mix of humor and tenacity lately, and here he goes after Ben Porritt, McCain national spokesman. It's a thing of beauty.
I'm not sure who else to send this letter to other than Rachel Maddow. I just got through mailing it to her, copied to Keith Olbermann (I hope I got his address right...firstname.lastname@example.org) and email@example.com. Perhaps I should send this also to Chris Matthews; I would appreciate his address from anyone here who knows it. If anyone has any other suggestions on MSNBC representatives to send it to, please say so (with an address if possible.)
It's hard to step in and tell someone that their personal friendships are wrong. Scratch that--that itself is wrong. It's far outside civility to impose upon others our personal tastes. What we can speak out on, though, is any kind of endorsement of their friends' opinions, or assignment of any kind of validity, by giving them a soapbox. Personally, I find it lovely that Rachel has found a "fake uncle" in a man whose politics long ago brought her to tears. That she found good in him says so much for her. But she, and by extension MSNBC, really need to abandon Pat Buchanan on air. His latest racist tripe plainly says he is incorrigible.
Letter to Rachel after the jump.
It's happened: the end of the line for any substantial conservative support for John McCain. If you can't hold the vote of the son of the Patron Saint of the conservative movement, who can you hold?
(Besides the wingnuts.)
She's the middle-night temptress, the goddess of cogitation, the brain we wish we were, the completion, the all, all we want to be and all we desire. In short, she's smart and she's hot, and everybody wants her. <cue Billy Squier>
Mike Huckabee told a nice story about desks and veterans at the GOP convention. Chances are, though, that it's bullshit.
In a tough but determined contest of will, Barack Obama lessens Hurricane Gustav's impact and allows the Republican Convention to continue.