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