I suppose I’ll be following the presidential campaign like an AFC football game or, along the same lines, the World Cup: I may have an interest in the outcome, but less-than-visceral personal investment. So currently, strictly as a “fan,” I’m entertained by the blue team’s troubles.
Back when it really seemed to matter, Hillary seemed far and away the optimal opponent: Baggage to sink a battleship, personal likeability at the Nurse Ratched level, and the comforting, reliable, oh-so-delicious possibility of new scandals that linger whenever the main character is surnamed “Clinton.” I was a Hillary fan.
On top of that, with Americans becoming Obamafied right and left by the breezy verbiage of that Magical Man who is smacking them into obliviousness like a latter day Ernest Angeley, I feared the Barackmeister – yes I did.
(If Tom Tancredo were the Republican candidate, I’d be writing about this with zest. As it stands, I’m basically mailing it in – but please bear with my plodding argument.)
Even though signs point to a post-Republican future, which I plan to write about more, it’s hard to ignore the irony and entertainment value of what is happening to the Democrats. As I’ve noted here before: If any political entity could blow this gift-wrapped shot at the White House, today’s Democratic party is that entity.
The Barackmeister is lifting the spirits of the multitudes on the wind of angels’ wings, floating the little folks on a sea of bubbles into a gauzy future where problems vanish via deft phrasing. Oh, what a voice that man has!
But here comes Hillary like a bull in the bubble shop, breaking it all to bits, and now guaranteed to continue doing so until roughly the Democratic Convention, where pull, not poetry, will be the currency of exchange. And where would this leave all the little folks?
Not cheering for the bull: I can promise you that right now.
Which means John McCain, on whom I offer no further comment, just had himself one Attila the Hun evening. Winning the GOP nomination was a foregone conclusion for McCain. Having Hillary run the table was the best news of his political life. He can now focus on presenting a serious, stable image to the American people while the Democrats spend the next five months whipping their diverse constituencies into a hornets’ nest of discord, bubbles bursting and gauze tattered.
Poking holes in the Magic Man, and completely ignoring the emotional disenfranchisement it will cause in his erstwhile supporters: Who can do it? Hillary can.