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just a quick note --
I'm feeling better and better about Barack Obama.
I was leaning a little Edwards-... well, Edwards-ward for a long time, simply because I didn't have enough hope that enough of our fellow citizens could bring themselves to vote for anyone but a white man to think of Clinton or Obama as the best nominee. (Tortured syntax, I know. Lots of embedding. I'll give you a minute. Everyone back with me?) If we could make one of these out of the three of them, it'd be a walkover -- instead of a heart/head/hands trio, we've sort of got a sincerity/experience/electability trio, and an amalgam of the three candidates would be the perfect storm, wouldn't it?
Alas, candidate-grafting technology is still unavailable to us, so we have to pick one. And I know it's still early days, so Obama could still end up not being the nominee; and I'd be fine with either of the other two as the nominee, truly, because even Bill Richardson could probably beat the (with apologies to my right-leaning friends) clowns and whatnot the Republicans are trying to decide among. But the more I pay attention over the past few days, the more I like Obama, and the more I find myself (despite how wonderful the phrase "Madam President" would be) hoping he wins, and, because the guy is a tremendous orator with that kind of effect on people, daring to imagine it, not with "if", but with "when".
I was leaning a little Edwards-... well, Edwards-ward for a long time, simply because I didn't have enough hope that enough of our fellow citizens could bring themselves to vote for anyone but a white man to think of Clinton or Obama as the best nominee. (Tortured syntax, I know. Lots of embedding. I'll give you a minute. Everyone back with me?) If we could make one of these out of the three of them, it'd be a walkover -- instead of a heart/head/hands trio, we've sort of got a sincerity/experience/electability trio, and an amalgam of the three candidates would be the perfect storm, wouldn't it?
Alas, candidate-grafting technology is still unavailable to us, so we have to pick one. And I know it's still early days, so Obama could still end up not being the nominee; and I'd be fine with either of the other two as the nominee, truly, because even Bill Richardson could probably beat the (with apologies to my right-leaning friends) clowns and whatnot the Republicans are trying to decide among. But the more I pay attention over the past few days, the more I like Obama, and the more I find myself (despite how wonderful the phrase "Madam President" would be) hoping he wins, and, because the guy is a tremendous orator with that kind of effect on people, daring to imagine it, not with "if", but with "when".

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No apology necessary here. The Republicans have a pretty weak field of contenders. That said, I doubt Richardson could beat Ron Paul, let alone the forerunners.
hoping he wins, and, because the guy is a tremendous orator with that kind of effect on people, daring to imagine it, not with "if", but with "when".
He is quite Reagan-esque in that regard.
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You will not succeed in provoking me with your fightin' words. :-)
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As you say -- I'd rather live in a democracy run by theists than in a theocracy, though both of them get outvoted by the actual separation of church and state that's -- oh, wait, that's right! -- in the constitution.
I'm pleased by the thought of a president who (a) can speak in complete sentences, and (b) thinks I'm a human being who can be allowed some basic civil rights. Which means I'm fine with any of the democrats, really. Keep that bar nice and low.
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But generally, all rhetoric makes me want to watch my back, no matter who's speaking; I don't cope well with having my emotional strings pulled, even if unsuccessfully. For sincere conviction to read as less threatening to me than slickness, there has to be a much closer congruity between the speaker's convictions and mine than I think I'm ever likely to get with a viable national candidate-- compromises I'm happy to make on coldly rational grounds start freaking me the fuck out when you add in emotional appeals.
That's mostly me, though; I think the only time I've ever felt an appeal to patriotism that didn't make me start looking over my shoulder for the lynch mob was the Marseillaise scene in Casablanca.
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