| It's been a week since the disaster in Denver. I've been waiting, these last couple of days, for the president to fucking concede the election. He might still be leading in most polls, but it only took one torpedo to not only sink the ship, but to take the entire fleet to the bottom. My problem with progressives primarily is that they appear to believe that simply being right on the issues is enough to win, that Mother Jones' quote is really, "Pray for the dead, the living will have it comparatively better off." That should be the case, but sunshines we live in the real world and not the one we ought to live in. The closest thing we have to that perfect world is a little place called Miranda, and the less said about it the better, Mmmkay? No one was ever going to coast to victory. Four years ago, the Obama people flooded the sky, so to speak. You could walk from Detroit to Menominee on the fuckers. They were there, registering new voters, rousing the ground forces, and even after the election was conceded they were telling people to flip the fucking ballot and vote for Diane Hathaway. Today, it appears that people are banking on the fact that no one will want to vote for Willard Romney, who is a living, breathing testament to ambition with feet. He has no core beliefs, which contrary to what everyone wishes was the case, is no disqualifier for the presidency. Contrary to that, it's what gave us Dick Nixon, who understood that coming up short in brains, talent and ability was no sound reason why a red blooded American boy couldn't grow up to be president. Four years ago, those people ran -- and ran fucking hard -- from before the convention to the finish line. And, this was a race they knew all along they were probably going to win. The last week we've seen something different. Willard attacked Big Bird, which should have been a self-inflicted knockout blow by a man who appears to not understand a whole lot about the country he wants to run. Instead, everyone crawled inside their own portable holes, pulled the tops over their heads, and appeared to declare the race over in favor of the other guy. By the way, the bleeding has apparently stopped. The huge lead gifted to you by an incompetent candidate -- who, by the way, is so terrible and unlikeable that his own running mate called him Stench -- hasn't entirely evaporated. Despite the handicap of still being ahead, you can still win this. You're going to actually have to do something other than roll over and play dead at the first sign of trouble. |
