July 19th, 2008 by Ellen
Which, if you watch Battlestar Galactica, should frighten you a great deal.
He is certainly brilliant, extremely attractive to many, and has a messianic appeal, which baffles and eludes a good number of sensible adults–of which, I like to consider myself one. And, if these guys show up, I would absolutely expect Senator Obama to respond the same way Baltar did.
What can I say? For me, it’s Roslin all the way. Always has been, always will be.
All half-kidding aside, Senator Obama has failed to impress me from the very beginning. At best, this is the person I see. Mostly, though–despite knowing that this opinion is likely to make me very unpopular–I see someone who cares more about winning, than he cares about principles, and who is mainly just interested in his own political fortunes–which look very good, at the moment, given the utter and continuing ineptitude of his current opponent.
The FISA vote is just one example of the evolution of The Chosen One to Mr. Expediency. (Here is the actual text of the bill, if you have a little time on your hands.) He could have done this, but he didn’t. Making the convenient choice to abandon public financing doesn’t thrill me. Waffling on choice really doesn’t thrill me. (No, NARAL, your check is not now–nor, from now on, will it ever be–in the mail. I daresay I’ll send a donation here, instead.) I am also strangely fond of the First Amendment, so the hue and cry over the recent New Yorker cover is very tiresome, indeed. It does, however, obfuscate the very mixed profile contained within the actual issue, which may have been the campaign’s–clever and opportunistic–intent the entire time. However, this Slate writer has a nice line: “Only weak thinkers fear strong images.”
Is it possible that the invariable humorlessness of the Obama campaign is what I dislike most of all? Yes. The fall-out from the not-all-that-shocking cover reminds me of Robert Redford’s lament to Barbra Streisand in The Way We Were, when he tells her (I paraphrase), after she falls apart when being heckled during an impassioned political speech, “You had them, Katie. If only you had just laughed.” It is probably very, very wrong of me to think this article is funny. (I am sure this is funny–but, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been wrong.)
And, since I’m one of those wacky people who deplores the death penalty, and thinks the Second Amendment does not mandate an individual’s right to own firearms, you can imagine how excited I am about the Senator’s slippery positions on those two issues. The idea of spending four to eight years of living in this world is just exhausting. If we’re very, very lucky, we may catch a break for the next few days, and neither Senator Obama, nor any members of his campaign, will feel the need to denounce or repudiate anyone. But, there seems to be no shortage of people for them to insult, so, don’t hold your breath.
Yet, I am a pragmatist, and–by relying on precedents like Griswold v. Connecticut–I would be willing to allow the current misinterpretation of the Second Amendment remain permanently unchanged (with the proviso that the phrase “well regulated” be applied, as well), in exchange for an ironclad agreement that Roe v. Wade would also remain untouched, in perpetuity. Seems like a fair trade to me, and could, in fact, be justified by accepting the notion that in the United States, an individual does retain a right to privacy, and that the government should not be allowed to interfere with a person’s ability to exercise that right. (which, all things being equal, means that the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” disastrous policy would also be struck down at once, that Proposition 8 would be defeated in California, and that euthanasia would no longer be an area in which the government is permitted to interfere in any way.)
Not that it will ever happen–but, wouldn’t that strategy solve a lot of huge problems and issues which divide so many Americans, in a matter of seconds?
Remind me why Mr. Gore didn’t run again?
By the way, nice work, if you can get it.
I’d kind of like to read this, although I might wait until fall, and I think this one can definitely wait for a paperback edition, or a trip to the library. But, even though I was underwhelmed by the first two books this writer published, I’m not going to lie–I’m really might curious about this. It looks like good, trashy fun.
I never thought I would be entertained by fifteen endless innings of an All-Star game–but, I was. Three cheers for J.D. Drew!