Greetings, Class of June, 2008!
One of the ironist's bitter pleasures during these past several years has been watching the rats jump from Bush's stinking ship at precisely the most expedient times (that is, after some great and irrevocable damage has been wrought upon our nation).
With the shocking news (brace yourselves, folks) that Barack Obama is not at all a New-Politics Progressive Savior, we're seeing some fellow Dems in the throes of buyer's remorse.
Reading this DailyKos thread, I don't know precisely how to feel.
Is it time to indulge in a playback's-a-bitch round of Stages of Grief?
Or should we give 'em a hug and put their pictures on Cute Overload? So many categories seem to apply:
- Rule #2: Looking helpless is cute.
- Rule #3: An inquisitive look is cute.
- Rule #10: If you haven't grown into your feet yet, it's cute.
- Rule #14: If an everyday, small item makes you look small, it's cute.
- Rule #32: If you're caught doing something bad, it's cute.
Amid some outbursts of world-class rationalizing, there are signs of genuine disillusionment.
And you know what, Class of June, 2008? I feel your pain. I've felt it ever since Obama put church and state in the same blender and served a toxic smoothie he cynically named "Change."
Now that you've noticed, what are you going to do about it? Are you going to petition your delegates to put a better candidate on the ballot?
Are you going to look back and notice your condoning (or being one) of the blogospheric jerks who shut down honest debate about the candidates when we could have properly vetted them and made them compete for who was the most progressive? Among other things, that cost us the opportunity for Obama supporters and non-Obama supporters to have sustained, constructive, reality-based debates. Instead, with your blessing, the campaign devolved into a cliquish high school beset by truthiness — a tragic waste of what could and should have been a true change year.
Are you, by any chance, ready to notice that a good woman had her reputation trashed at every turn, even as she listened to her better angels and truly found her voice during a campaign that her opponent termed a "death march."
Sure, I may wax a little schadenfreudish. But it's no ordinary "I told you so" we're talking about, it's no delicious cold dish. Because it's not just you that's feeling the pain. It's everyone who counts on and strives for a better America.