In this bizzarro election season, I have come to expect the tax cuts to be called socialist, the unethical to be called ethical, Christians to worship a golden calf, and some guy who's neither a Joe nor a plumber to be known as Joe the Plumber.
What I didn't expect, is for The Economist to endorse Obama. Wowza:
That's it, folks. Next year the Cubs are definitely winning the World Series.
Most of the hoopla about him has been about what he is, rather than what he would do. His identity is not as irrelevant as it sounds. Merely by becoming president, he would dispel many of the myths built up about America: it would be far harder for the spreaders of hate in the Islamic world to denounce the Great Satan if it were led by a black man whose middle name is Hussein; and far harder for autocrats around the world to claim that American democracy is a sham. America’s allies would rally to him: the global electoral college on our website shows a landslide in his favour. At home he would salve, if not close, the ugly racial wound left by America’s history and lessen the tendency of American blacks to blame all their problems on racism...
Political fire, far from rattling Mr Obama, seems to bring out the best in him: the furore about his (admittedly ghastly) preacher prompted one of the most thoughtful speeches of the campaign. On the financial crisis his performance has been as assured as Mr McCain’s has been febrile. He seems a quick learner and has built up an impressive team of advisers, drawing in seasoned hands like Paul Volcker, Robert Rubin and Larry Summers. Of course, Mr Obama will make mistakes; but this is a man who listens, learns and manages well.
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I may start paying people to stop reminding me that I live in Indiana.
Never have I witnessed a more enjoyable campaign for President and I have been through a few. It appears as though the righteous, competent, thoughtful, tough, humorous, inspiring, focused, transparent, innovative initiatives have defeated the scurrilous, incompetent, rash, weak, tragic, dull, wild, secretive, and decrepit platitudes. Finally.
If only the World Series were decided by voting, the Cub fans might prevail. Meanwhile, "hope I can believe it" will have to do.
Yeah, what was up with that golden calf worship the other day? Didn't those wacky Christians get that memo?
Great post. Thanks.
And hell's getting a little cooler!
Go Sox!
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