When I think about it, every day's been a good day to be an Obama supporter. He's been on top since the start. He took the lead in the beginning in Iowa, managed to keep his lead despite the loss in NH, actually won the delegate race in Nevada, won big in SC, and won a few delegates on Super Tuesday. Yeah, it was practically a tie, but every delegate counts in a race like this. And then he's swept everything since then, and in landslides. His DC numbers looked like he was running against Alan Keyes again.
So things are looking pretty good. He'd need huge losses in TX and PA to be in trouble. It's in the math, despite math not counting, and having a well known gender bias. His opponent's in trouble, they're going through more campaign staff faster than Darth Vader goes through admirals. They spent all their money on parking, God only knows how much they lost on tollbooths. And frankly, her speech last night sounded like she was trying to sell her campaign harder then Jack Lemmon's character circa 2/3s of the way through Glengary Glenross.
Now I'm not saying it's over, I'm not saying ir's in the bag. I'm saying I'm happy where we're at. God knows I've no reason to complain. Hell, it's entirely possible Obama will win TX and PA which means this will over in under a month. And that's just fine, since I've been sick of this god damn primary bullshit since about three months before it started. I'm more than ready to move on to McCain.
Speaking of which, did you see that shit last night? On CNN they cut to McCain's victory speech just as Obama was about to wrap his up. No offense to anybody but republicans, but it looked like a photo from an anthropology textbook discussing the effects of inbreeding and crystal methamphetamine addiction on albino appalachians. McCain was flanked by two mouthbreathers who apparently were to busy staring at the lights, I suppose they thought it was heaven at the end of the tunnel, to get out of the way of their much shorter... I don't know... wives? Looked like early model prototype Stepfords, Jean Schmidt editions, standing on their toes trying to look of their... husbands? shoulders.
And McCain. Fuck me, John fucking McCain. If you'd told me six months ago we'd be running against McCain I'd call you a liar and a damn hopemongerer. John McCain was doing the whole channeling the disembodied spirit of Ronald Reagan routine. Now I'm not the type who believes in psychic media, but last night my lack of faith was put to the test. I really, truly Believed that John McCain was a frightened, confused vegetable. If this guy was a cartoon his beady little eyes would be spirals and slowly revolving in opposite directions, one slightly faster than the other. And the speech? Jesus God, it sounded like it was written by a college republican with a pocket thesaurus, who was more interested in watching his Babylon 5 collectors DVDs that he must have had on the TV at the same time he was writing the speech. Standard 2004 rhetoric, standard 1994 rhetoric, and it was hard to get more surreal then watching John McCain describe his experience in Vietnam, as imagined by the guy whose idea of a struggle is keeping the Cheetos smears off of the index cards. McCain was so obviously reading somebody else's words that I was half expecting him to bring up the cruel abuses of Narn prisoners at the hands of the Centauri torturers.
Holy crapsacks, Obama's going to eat this guy alive. He doesn't have to even do anything, I don't think McCain's going to make it to November without calling Obama a racist slur on live TV, conceding to him, attacking him with a shoe because he thought he was Prime Minister Tojo, or dying. Whatever happens, it's sure going to be fun.