It must be June, because I'm already wondering whether I'll vote this fall. I can't stand to hear the candidates talk at this time of the election cycle. Everything I ever liked about them vanishes and is replaced with focus group-tested slogans. Change! The right change! Bush III! Carter II!
Frankly, neither B3 or C2 is all that appealing.
McCain seems to have sold his soul. This is a man who once shoved 132 year old bigot Strom Thurmond on the Senate floor. Who stood up to his party on climate change, campaign finance, and tax cuts during wartime. I liked that guy. Now he's got his lips so permanently affixed to his party's pimply butt, I can't even understand what he's saying anymore. This is why courage matters, Senator?
Obama, meanwhile, knows the basis of his appeal very well. He's the candidate of hope. As in I hope his countless unnamed policies won't be completely asinine. As he retreats more and more into rock star territory, saying nothing but inoffensive platitudes, lest I know something concrete, I grow more and more twitchy. Is he cotton candy? That is, does there appear to be lots of substance, but really there's mostly just empty calories and air?
I hope not.