“It is time again for a new generation of leadership,” Mr. Kennedy said, speaking over a crowd of cheering supporters here at American University. “It is time now for Barack Obama.”It is time now for Barack Obama? What, is he a Snickers bar? Feed your hunger, dudes.
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Even if we take Change and Belief in the post-linguistic, Singularity-Now, realm-of-pure-forms spirit in which it is apparently meant by the Obama campaign, the movie-trailer tagline that Nothing is the Same because Everything is Different, then we are still left with the specter of three members of the political dynasty most representative of the Democratic Party brand qua brand pimping soft revolution.
But let me digress. There is a genre of film and literature, ostensibly anti-clerical, and yet imbued with the vain spirit of crass ecumenicalism. A movie like Kevin Smith's Dogma is a good example. It sets itself up as a vicious satire of religious belief. God is Alanis Morisette. Angels are murderous sociopaths. The Church, in the form of Cardinal George Carlin, is a marketing gimic. Yet the film ends not in irreverence but in deadly earnest bromiditude. "It isn't important what you believe. It's only important that you believe." This, in fact, is the animating spirit of American religiousity in general in our currently occuring Greatest Ever Awakening, despite the persistent anger at fags and abortions. The specific content of belief--Faith, as our believers would have it--is finally incidental to the edifying fact of supercategorical belief. I believe that the Moon is the view-foreshortened penis head of an interstellar giant. Well, IOZ, it isn't important what you believe. It's only important that you believe.
This is clearly nonsense. The content of belief is the fundament of belief. The old bastards who hammered out the Nicene Creed weren't practicing for high-school forensics. Anyway, the Obama campaign proposes that there is content to belief. They believe in change. And what is change? It's what they believe it. They approach tautology at Warp 9 and slingshot through its vast gravity into the past. Spock saves a whale. Kirk gets the girl. "Duncan Hunter, in the spirit of his hero Salvador Dali, promises the immediate complete random change of everything, all at once. If elected, I will melt all the clocks and turn earth's atmosphere into a solid." A clock strikes thirteen. "It rains."