One week out 


There is a tide in the affairs of men... 

Of course, I believed two years ago that pissed-off Democrats would turn out in force for the mid-term elections (for that matter I thought that Ronald Reagan's political career was dead and buried after he lost the nomination in 1976—something I’ve tried to remember whenever I'm inclined to credit my ability to look into the collective impulses of the Teeming Millions), which expectation was trumped in the event by war fever, but I'm feeling oddly confident that things are breaking Our Way as we head into the homestretch. I've remarked all along that hopes of victory would depend on the oppo being in some measure less unscrupulous than we supposed. I'm prepared to modify that analysis: they're as unscrupulous as I imagined, but they were just as besotted with dreams of easy victory, and hence as ill-prepared, on the home front as they proved to be in distant Araby, and their Plan B is just as thin, its execution equally inept. The news is breaking against them on every front, and while this would have been of no account had their messianic delusions panned out Over There, every reverse erodes the pool of voters they had hoped to seduce. Perhaps more importantly they did not prepare to snatch the election undetected on the scale that, in the face of massively greater hostile turnout, they'll now require (hubris =1; Bush = 0), hence the late improvised attempt to suppress the vote in key states. Behind the Great and Powerful Oz there proves to be, alas, just Karl Rove, the eternal pudgy towel boy, fresh out of rabbits to pull from his ass.

In one more week we as a nation can begin to scrape this regime from the soles of our shoes. 

Posted: Tue - October 26, 2004 at 06:17 PM          


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