As the Obama campaign solidifies its leads and John McCain's media interlocutors are reduced to calling for mulligans like lousy Sunday golfers, Netrootsia allows itself a few tentative sips from the cup of triumphalism. Dennis P. views the battlefield from below:
You see this with numerous Obama followers as the election appears to be nearly over. Most reactionaries have given up and are lighting cigarettes in their crumbling bunkers, awaiting occupation. This emboldens online libs, finally given the chance to bellow victoriously, and baby, are they making the most of it. What the hell. It's not as if they have any real political say in the process, so why not mimic their right wing cousins from the early Bush era and yell about their unique love of country, and how they're gonna retake and remake America. There's no point in directly confronting this emotional tide. It's gathering a frenzied speed, and nothing, no matter how accurate or fact-based, will slow it. So, losers like me will spend these final days watching this wave rise and crest, noting its velocity, awaiting its crash. For once Obama's sworn in, the wave will become a cesspool of shattered fantasies, feeding resentment not of Obama and his inner-circle, but of those who said all along that "change" was a sham.Given that they twitter like minor Stuarts at the Restoration, I'm not so sure there are any fantasies to shatter. They may be motivated by sheer atavism. With the glowing predictions of a "veto-proof majority" in the Congress, I think they really expect Clinton, the Sequel--this time without a lot of nasty Republicans mucking up the works.
On the occasion that I link to someone like Digby in order to provoke some eminently provokable Donks into amusing foolishness, they rise inevitably to the bait and start barking that lazy solipsists like me are never going to change the world, whereas they . . . these unpithy rejoinders bouncing harmlessly off the teflon trampoline of my own self-regarding mental equipoise. (How many times can a person proclaim loudly that there is no meaningful constituency for his views?) What's telling about such crowing is just how patheticly it calls out for external validation, and how it reveals such a hollow, confidence-less core in those who engage in it. Mommy must not have said, "I love you," often enough. Why should it be important that a lousy reactionary goofball like IOZ be heckled into admitting that libloggers are Believing in Change at a rate of 9.32 hopes per second per second?