There are so many idiots speaking nonsense that when someone says something to be considered it should be looked at:
http://www.realclearpolitics.com/...
There are so many idiots speaking nonsense that when someone says something to be considered it should be looked at:
http://www.realclearpolitics.com/...
A meta-narrative is just a campaign's central message, the core claim that connects all of the campaign's assertions. It communicates the candidate's diagnosis of the country and his prescription for the future. Bill Clinton had a great one in 1992: generational change can invigorate a tired government and grow a sagging economy. Clinton's outfit consistently reinforced this narrative. From the campaign theme, to the selection of Al Gore as running mate, to "It's the economy, stupid" - it made sure people knew his core claim.
Obama's narrative should be similar to Clinton's. It's tailor-made for a year like this and a man like Obama. But that is not the Obama campaign's message. Its message often seems to be: this great man will unify a divided America around himself.
This is not entirely bad. A message of unity could be effective, even though it is tricky to sell in a partisan campaign. The trouble comes with the part about Obama himself. His campaign's emphasis on his greatness is creating three political problems.
However, his campaign does not need buzz, or even a bounce. They call it a bounce because the numbers eventually come back down. The lasting value of a good nomination speech is that it frames the general election campaign on the candidate's terms. By choosing such a venue, the Obama campaign will again frame the contest as one in which voters are asked to decide about the grandeur of Obama himself.
This is a poor way to frame a general election campaign. Everybody thinks the economy is lousy and a strong majority thinks George W. Bush has done a poor job, but not everybody thinks Obama is the greatest thing since sliced bread. To get to half-plus-one, he must persuade people who are resistant to this claim. He must frame this election in a way that appeals to them.
http://www.realclearpolitics.com/...
This is my first diary and the guildlines ask for 3 original paragraphs at least. So I will oblige. (but not spell, I'm just not that considerate)
Today I found myself searching for motivation. For a link to the world. I sat down with my head in my hands and searched for tears. For a reason to care about my sudden loss for caring. What? Why? The questions poured out of me because the pure machinery of my body was doing nothing else. Although there are those buddist moments when staring off into the distance... the distance freezes... thought bends... and time is moving faster in suspension. It is a queer feeling. The distance bends and you can see the curvature of the earth on the horizon. Pause. The interruption of a little dot moving along it. It is a person. Breaks the concentration. Back to looking at a the street. And the person: that was a woman. A tickle of fire. A couple sharp breaths and the embers light up. "Hi, do you know where I can find..." She is beautiful and I have found my motivation and my purpose until tomorrow morning.
anybody want to break that up into 3 paragraphs for me? I don't know where to do it.