Sunday morning and I'm so rockin' to the tune of the Donk quite seriously looking at losing this Presidential election. Los Netroots are all agog because spokesmodel Joe Biden can't shut up about what an awesome guy is John McCain while Sarah Palin is making the rounds screeching that Barack Obama will personally rape her with his giant Afromuslim mandingo unless the good people of Central PA vote for her and gramps. And you know what? It's working. Prof. Sartwell thinks it has to do with the semiotics of class, and I've got to second that emotion. The advocates of Uplift, the Whatsamatta Kansans of the world, are blinded by the neo-liberal, Tom Friedman illusion of a post-class, high-tech, Google-and-biotech nation of middle managers and "information economy" workers. Meanwhile the self-proclaimed conservative faction goes in for good, old-fashioned, Marxian appeals to class solidarity. I mean, if you need proof of the assbackwardness of American political labeling, just consider that our right wing runs against the elites and the intellectuals while our left wing represents the educated, cultured elite. But but but, you say, the GOP doesn't really stand for Joe Schmoe and the Donk isn't really the party of urban affluence. Yeah, yeah. When has an election, here or anywhere, ever, ever hinged on what a candidate or faction actually believes or represents? It's all stagecraft and signaling, and the Republicans are good at it.