I grew up in rural Arizona, and we had to drive miles to visit the nearest relative. This driving for miles through uninabited desert gave us ample opportunity for long talks, and I remember in particular one story told to me by my mother.
As we were driving one day she pointed out a huge ford basically in the middle of nowhere, and told me a true story. It was a dark and stormy day (no really, it was), and she was 9 months pregnant, and had begun labor. She was alone, and afraid to give birth all by herself, so decided to saddle a horse and ride through the rain some 10 miles to the nearest relatives house.
The rain was coming in hard, pounding rain, and water was already beginning to rise. By the time she got to the ford it was flooding. She had two choices: turn around and go back home, or cross the ford. She decided to cross. She urged the brave horse forward, and together they swam the rushing waters across, a foolhardy venture if ever I heard of one, but she made it. She got to my aunts house in time to deliver a healthy baby boy.
Democrats have made it to the ford, we can either take our brave horses across, or turn around and go home. Forget playing it safe, we need to have half the balls my mother did and get our asses in gear and cross. Now is not the time to think we've done enough: Now is the time to pull out all the stops, give every extra dollar we can, knock on every extra door, and make every extra phone call. This is the ford, crunch time. And when we get there and give birth to TWINS the house and the senate, it will all have been worthwhile.
GOTV Kossacks!