Evening in America

Oh, no! Oh, lord. Barack Obama is saying nice things about Ronald Reagan. Digby is awful worried. Tristero disects a plain plaudit and reassembles it as a Frankenstein monster of rhetorical legerdemain.

Since this will be the most important elections ever in our lifetimes ever, and since the odds on Obama carrying the banner for the Donk remain short, Progglespheria will quickly commence Operation Project Runway, to remake their lithe Reaganite in the mold of Saint Bobby Kennedy. That Obama might in fact see himself as a figure of cultural restoration in precisely the mold of Ronnie R.--why, perish the thought.

What's the matter with Kansas, y'all? The Progressives, always one stunning victory away from total defeat, have been taken in again. Whatever happens between now and the convention, they're going to get a hawkish, "centrist," DLC, Foreign-Affairs, soft Imperialist. And though this person represents everything to which they claim to be ideologically and morally opposed; though this person will represent a continuation of the Occupation, a continuation of the domestic surveillance state, a continuation of the Terror War and the Drug War; they will rally behind her and rail at the Naderite spoilers who conspire to deny them their Restoration.