Eight IS enough!
Well, he gave us back that reason to hope – seemingly neglected in the past few weeks – and he handed the Democratic Party its most effective bumper sticker: Eight is enough! Maybe some brilliant graphic artists out there can be torn away from their snowboard doodling long enough to put an eight ball and “‘nuff” together in a layout both esthetically pleasing yet brutally dismissive of the Bush Era and its would-be successors.
Pat Buchanan was right – again – pointing out that Obama’s speech last night was his most centrist – almost to a fault. It also placed him solidly in a white working-class background, a formula that reflected as much political calculation as it did accurate accounting of his upbringing. In truth, his maternal GI-generation grandparents were an indelible part of his early life, and he movingly spoke of the tenets of tolerance and responsibility imparted to him by his mother.
Nevertheless, it was Obama’s reference to that genuine historical synchronicity – accepting the nomination on the 45th anniversary of Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech at the Washington Memorial – that stamped the night with inescapable historical resonance. He is, a daunting 143 years after slavery, the first African-American likely to be President. On a purely emotional level, King's seemingly elusive dream seems closer to its promised valley.
Also, Chris Matthews on MSNBC made the point that the speech sought from Americans their most decent responses. Matthews proposed that the country is profoundly sick of the twisted, “Rovian” politics of division and viciousness - and he's right.
Wisely, Obama has begun to map out his economic recovery plan, tying it directly to the households most in need: America's bread-and-butter working families. Drawing-board projects for ending our foreign oil dependence and reducing global warming are... wonderful, sure... and necessary... but politically they play more to an educated, affluent electorate. Middle America needs to know their much-ridiculed white picket fences - the boundary bastions of their humble sanctuaries - won't be snapped off in foreclosure because of seemy schemes in boardrooms far away.
On national security, Obama merely reminded America that he's been right - and proven so - while Bush's princeling has foundered in fulmination and tantrums. The Mideast seems to be moving to Obama's template, through Bush Administration's policy "adaptions" and in spite of them. And regardless of anything else, the Iraqis have given us the date they want us gone.
Obama needed to deliver a lighting strike to a convention notable this year mostly for a mechanical, listless quality. That he did so, with gusto, enhanced the power of the evening. And that’s the only way it can be described: power. Even the GOP was dumbfounded and in danger of soiling itself, issuing press releases that almost begged for merciful surrender terms and some plow mules.
Before his appearance, Joe Biden was the only genial spark in the evening. Al Gore ran through his speech at such a clip he seemed fearful that a global-warming typhoon might drown Mile High Stadium before he got in his best applause lines.
Throughout these past four days, the Democrats have seemed… drained. Draggy. As if the cataclysmic (if ultimately cathartic) primary bloodbath had sapped them of all energy. When speakers weren’t limping to the podium, world-weary and worried about their own chits with the oil and telecom industries, there was a disturbing, jagged feel; Nancy Pelosi’s bug-eyed channeling of that suicidal Heaven’s Gate guru was downright frightening.
There is nothing the GOP can do in the Twin Cities to cap this. McCain's choice of a female vice president may divert the faithful over at Fox for a few days, although Alaska Gov. Nancy Palin seems known mostly for being knee-deep in scandals chronically wracking the 49th state. There were even reports last night that Republicans would use the “national emergency” on an impending Gulf Coast hurricane to delay the convention, stopping the clock to avoid revealing the inescapable paltriness of their platform, their deficit of effective reply.
Eight years! Enough!




