It was some night.
Only one thought went through my mind: we Democrats are so fucking blessed. We have the most remarkable and superlative group of candidates I've ever seen.
They're all wonderful. Every one of them. I don't care who you happen to support. I'll make you one promise, you will begin to sleep again on January 20th, 2009.
Remember when Bill Clinton was president? Seems like ten lifetimes ago, but--you mostly slept.
Turning to the media, yes them. If you ask me, they can all officially sleep, exactly what they've been doing for these last six years.
It seems that last night crystalized what we've all been feeling, if it doesn't have anything to do with sex, murdered white chicks, prostitutes, marital infidelity, Anna Nicole Smith or haircuts--they aren't interested.
And last night, the American people, through YouTube rose to the occasion, and for the first time in six long terrible years, I felt a small ray of sunshine.
What does it say about us the media that a good man like John Edwards felt compelled to make a commerical about his damn haircut?
Imagine that. The world is collapsing at our feet but the MSM is preoccupied with an idiot haircut. And this campaign commerical is how John Edwards had to deflect such MSM-hyped insanity. Pity the media and pity the American people that we are burdened with them.
You see, if you remove the filters--the MSM, the fool, moron pundits, the professional talkers, the paid consultants, the truth starts to seep out. They have only one purpose, to tell us what to think. Do you need James Carville, Tucker Carlson, Chris Matthews, Russert, Blitzer or any of those other windbags to tell you what to think? Not for a nanosecond.
I hope at YearlyKos, someone will ask the next Democratic president to pledge to hold regular televised sessions with ordinary Americans, of both political parties, who will engage in polite and respectful no-holds-barred sessions like last night.
Imagine if Mr. Bush faced this and not rote and senseless questioning from the White House press corps stenographers?
Oh my God.