If the election were to be held today, Bush would lose 55-39 to a Democrat, according to Gallup. Let's assume that of the 6% undecided, we'll be charitable and say they break evenly. That would make it 58-42 for the Dem nationwide. Part of me was sad when I read that- a day late and a dollar short. But the key is that the matchup cannot be compared to the many "Bush Kerry" pollings of 2004. This says that 55% of American voters would pick A GENERIC DEMOCRAT over Bush. We've got to build on that momentum for the midterms. Most of it is dissatisfaction with Bush, but note that they didn't need to know who specifically would be running before saying they'd vote blue.
Second, and on a somewhat lighter note, we here at DKos were mentioned in The Economist's story on the Plame indictments. In fact, in the first sentence. And I snip:
"Readers of the Daily Kos, a left-wing blog, are so excited about the fact that Patrick Fitzgerald is about to wrap up his two-year inquiry into the Bush administration's alleged outing of a CIA agent, Valerie Plame, that they are swapping tips on how to keep calm. Give up the coffee; resist the urge to check the Drudge report every minute; and when what they call "Fitzmas" finally comes, enjoy the moment, take a deep breath, and witness a great wrong being righted."
Makes you feel good to be a Kossack, in that "little kid got his name in the town paper kind of way." I was, at any rate, unashamedly tickled :) Plus, the caption under Fitzgerald's picture reads "Father Fitzmas." Finally, I snip again:
"The Bush administration might use the same phrase when it comes to the campaign against Mr. Wilson and his wife. The affair has stymied the White House for months; now that Father Fitzmas looks about to squeeze himself down the chimney, they are even more worried."
Now that it looks like the day will soon be here, I have to admit that in spite of my crochety diary the other day, I'm feeling some excitement. But it's important for us to remember that while we should be happy, it should be to see justice done. I'm not going to lie, I'll get a little thrill of pleasure to see Karl Rove in handcuffs, resigned, and disgraced. But I'm trying not so much to take pleasure in another's misfortune here as to see a hint of just desserts being meted out.
Now if you'll excuse me, I hear the clump! clump! of sealed indictments on my rooftop. I've got to go put out some milk and cookies.
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