The Plot Turns To Concrete
Barry’s infomercial comes on Wednesday. GDP data for the third quarter comes out on Thursday. The official declaration of recession will dominate papers just before the last big push. (Papers, it seems, which are almost unified in their conclusion on the readiness of Tailbunny: zero… point… zero. But that’s the media elite for you.)
I’ve been wavering the last few weeks. Joy? Dread? Mind-numbing fear? But the bottom line is this: events as they fall favor Barry. And Geezer has nothing left to fling at him. Rezko, Ayers, clinging to guns and religion. Three strikeouts. Joe the Plumber is the new POW POW POW. (Update: Geezer refered to Plugz as “Joe the Biden” on Meet the Press. Lovely.) Even Rev. Wright might not work. See what happened in Michigan — 527s tried to tie Obama to NAH NAH NAH and Kwame Kilpatrick. Result: impending blowout for Black Eagle. The only new club he’s swung was given to him by Plugz (silly Biden: tests are for kids — gasbag), and even that seems to be falling flat. (Maybe it reasonates this week. We’ll see.)
And Meet the Press today? Brokaw, oddly enough, unleashed some moderate amount of whuppin’ — apart from the sucking-up part. Basically called him out on the whole socialist thing. Made him look like a fool on Palin; Geezer said that “she is a role model.” And McCain’s listing of all five secretaries of state — minus one who he could not remember? Oy.
Look: if there was to be an airstrike against Iran — the October Surprise some dirty liberals had basically counted on — it would have happened by now. The al-Qaeda tape (in the form of a blog post) is out, and it doesn’t matter. A quarter of the votes have already been cast, reportedly coming in big for the Inadquate Black Male. (Speaking of which: PUMAs are largely a non-factor.)
Barring electoral shenanigans: if there is to be an anti-Hope surprise, it has to be cataclysmic. Otherwise? Well… Let’s us say that it is NOT OVER. But, we can see over from our house.