Well, it looks like after the withdrawal of Kucinich and Edwards we are stuck with sugar water on the Democratic side and various flavors of cyanide-laced koolaid on the Republican.
Given the false choice between Coke and Pepsi, I guess I’ll have to go with Pepsi (the “New Generation”, right?) Although, first let me make a correction. Voting for Barack Obama is not “passing the torch to a new generation” as much as the press loves to make Kennedy analogies. The Baby Boom ran from 1948-1964. Hilary Clinton, at age 60, was born at the very early end. Obama, born in 1961, was born at the later end. The political world isn’t done with us Baby Boomers yet.
As much as I’d like to think that a black President would strike a blow against US arrogance and neocolonialism, people like Colin Powell, Condoleeza Rice, and Clarence Thomas lead me to avoid making blanket assumptions based on skin color. And Obama’s stated positions, such as they are, don’t vary substantially from Clinton’s. So why choose Pepsi over Coke?
As I noted in my previous blog (Tastes Great, Less Filling) I think Obama is a blank slate upon which many people are projecting their hopes and beliefs. These are positive hopes and beliefs, and maybe, just maybe, when reflected onto the charismatic Obama they will become more than the sum of their parts and help propel our country up from the depths to which it has sunk. Obama has the capacity to inspire and to lead, which is more than you can say for Hilary Clinton, who at worst is calculating and mean and at best is a competent CEO.
I must say, it is a pleasure to listen to a candidate who has the capacity to put two sentences together without making the listener either gag or fall asleep. Obama has the chance to appeal to America’s better nature across demographic and ideological categories and win, while Clinton, with her limited base, unpleasant personality, and heavy baggage, does not.
I wish there was a Democrat still standing with some genuine nutritional content but I’m thirsty and I have to drink what’s out there. I can’t watch America drink the poisoned koolaid anymore. I cannot.