In my opinion, you can’t go around saying you’re the “change” guy, exhort the growth and goodness of change, and then slink away when the going gets rough, when change looks a little intimidating. That would be wrong, for sure.
Talking about me here. Who were you thinking?
One of the things I’ve changed lately is my proximity to the latest political stuff. I’ve just backed away a bit. First, I’m getting increasingly frustrated with my lack of time management. Second, the glitter is starting to slip off. I’ve found this a fascinating season so far, lots of surprises and interesting things, but as it settles down I see same old, same old in a lot of ways, and I think it’s better to have some perspective. These things have never been pretty.
And the memes are forming up. For the Democrats, it’s going to be a nickel-and-dime offense, slowly picking apart the halo that John McCain has drawn above his head for the past 15 years or so. And there seems to be room to do that; the more I read about a man I once had tremendous respect for, I start to see just another pol, a guy who liked to give press conferences and talk frankly about corruption and then pretty much did what everybody else did.
That actually doesn’t faze me much; we’re all hypocrites in a sense, falling short of our principles, and McCain has pushed back enough times in his career to keep me sort of liking him. But that will be the attack, I suspect. That, and his prickliness, and that other thing. You know.
I was watching Hillary Clinton on something the other night and thinking that she looked pretty good, energetic and healthy and young. It’s been a grueling campaign and she’s hung in there, and probably is at the prime of her life.
Her husband, on the other hand, looks like he’s on his last legs. Or is it me? The man does not look well. And of course he had the heart thing, but you know what it really is?
He spent eight years as President of the United States. That job will age you big time. The only one who seemed to leave relatively unfazed was Reagan, and he was probably an exceptional specimen and also had a philosophy that helped; we sure laughed at all those naps, but who’s laughing now?
So McCain will assume probably the most difficult job in the universe at the age of 72? This would not end well. So that’s going to be an issue in some shape or form, although he appears to be going strong at the moment.
As for Obama, he managed to avoid the right-wing sleaze machine and just draft behind Clinton, letting her take the blows, but those days are over. I suspect he’s going to win Texas and maybe Ohio, but if not it’s still over. As has been pointed out over and over again, she has to win the rest of the primaries by huge margins just to tie, and it’s apparent that the more people know about Obama the more they vote for him. I think the first week of March we get a Clinton withdrawal, but stranger things haven’t happened. And if there’s a major Obama slip or gaffe, or she ends up with big wins in those two states, the game could still be on. I just don’t think so.
And we know what’s coming at Obama, thanks to the Clinton campaign. Yesterday a picture of Sen. Obama, taken during a trip to Africa in 2006 in which he’s wearing traditional Somali garb, suddenly appeared all over the Web, apparently pushed by the Clinton people. And listen to Stephanie Tubbs Jones (D-OH), a Clinton supporter, herself an African-American (nice touch), talk about it on MSNBC:
JONES: Understand this: The Clinton campaign does not condone people putting out pictures that they seem to believe are inappropriate. But let me say this: I have no shame or no problem with people looking at Barack Obama in his native clothing, in the clothing of his country.
Whoa, Stef. Let’s slow down a sec, OK? “I have no shame or no problem with people looking at Barack Obama in his native clothing, in the clothing of his country.” His native country?
There you have it. Welcome to the fall of 2008. Barack Obama, grown in the womb of a Kansan, born in Hawaii, educated in the halls of Harvard Law School and the streets of Chicago, is, I would think, you know. An American. His father was from Kenya, true, and his paternal grandmother still lives there, but the clothing he was wearing was Somali.
Have good memories of Somalia, do you? Ring a bell? Anybody think this is just a coinky-dink?
So that will be that. Obama isn’t really an American, he’s not patriotic (whatever that means), and of course the oldie but goody, he’s a Muslim who marches to the mullah orders and will be sworn in on the Koran and side with the terrorists and probably abort babies in his spare time. Thanks, Hillary, for the head’s up.
Should be fun. Go. Enjoy.
As for me, I have more changes to make, probably none involving exotic clothing but then the day is young.