I know I called this- with two diary postings saying Barack had to get as from away from Wright as possible- but it's no fun being Cassandra. This has become like Lost, going on way too long with no good end in sight.
Ever since Monday morning I have this terrible anxiety and my stomach hurts. I feel like when the student loan people call and I can't make the payments. Everything is on a downward spiral and I don't know how to stop it. I feel like the bottom is falling out. All the numbers are going the wrong way-plummeting and plunging polls.
All the magic's gone out of the campaign. My friends won't discuss it with me they are so sad over this latest turn of events.
I see everybody turning on us. Michelle is being called tone-deaf in one piece. Another piece said Obama wasn't tough enough when he threw Wright under the bus- he just seemed sad. Even Maureen Dowd and Bob Herbert aren't being nice anymore. What's up with that? On some comments to Maureen Dowd's piece I saw this: Obama flew too close to the sun, and now like Icarus, his campaign is done. I had to goggle who Icarus is, some guy who glued feathers togethers so he and his father could escape a prison. His father warns him not to fly too close to the sun, but he does and the feathers melts and he falls to earth.
Last Thursday I watched the Brewers play the Marlins. I went on and on. No hits, so it went into extra innings and then the Brewers lost.