Pick up that knife, Barack!
If and when Barack Obama wins the Democratic nomination, it will be, ironically, the death of hope for me.
Once again, it's not so much that he's a bad guy or all that different from Hillary Clinton on policy.
It's that his vaunted campaign is everything I would have hoped the (potentially) winning 2008 campaign wouldn't be: Truthy and Retrograde.
Truthy, in the sense that the feeling of hope/change/unity is considered the same as — no, more important than — the means/plans/history/intention/prospect of accomplishing anything in particular.
Why must Democrats act like the airhead in a slasher film who drops the knife next to the still-breathing monster and then turns around, acting like the coast is clear?
And why isn't the audience screaming, "Pick up that knife, Barack!"?