12 January 2008

cry me a river


Big girls don't cry. Or maybe they do. And when they do, their sins (and ours) are washed away. It appears that an emotional "moment" has derailed the Obama Express to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Or has it? Pull up a tissue and let's figure it out.

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There are two views (because I say there are!) of the Great Meltdown of 2008. One, which will necessarily find association with the Royal Society of Hillary Haters (the RSHH), sees these bitter tears as just more manipulation,  an orchestrated bit of classical Clintonian triangulation (or cryangulation), a brand of glassy-eyed political strategy. As the two chaps in the Guinness beer commercial say: Brilliant! And the RSHH says: How Dare They! A few drops of water cascading from the eyes of the Ice Queen of American politics does not make her human, nor should we be duped into thinking otherwise. The other view, which seems to coalesce a non-existing coalescence of Oprah (who supports Obama) and Gloria Steinem (representing resurgent 2nd wave feminism), holds that it's OK to cry and, gosh darn it, there's wisdom in those soggy eyes. "It's My Turn" is the unofficial theme song of the Emotionistas, the "Girlfriend Mafia", the BFFs in their global sisterhood. Confronted by these opposed viewpoints, what are we to believe? What exactly happened in New Hampshire and will weeping be the factor that decides the Democratic Party nomination contest?

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From our stiff upper lipped perspective, one thing is clear: the pollsters got it wrong when it came to Clinton. From now on, it would be better to consult a poison oracle than to believe the predictions of quantitative research. Also, our post-election hermeneutics are likely to only reveal partial aspects of an irrational reality. All we know for certain about Clinton is the following: veni, weepy, vici. It could be that the gender gap swung in favor of Clinton in New Hampshire (unlike in Iowa) because women saw the video of The Moment. Or maybe they heard about it. Or maybe they were on Clinton's side already. Who knows and who bloody cares! Get over it.

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In reality, we must focus on the sorrows of the young Obama himself, which can be traced to his campaign strategy. He needs to talk to Democrats about the things Democrats care about. We (i.e., we Amerikuns) are not in a "crisis" on the order of the 1860s that calls for Lincolnesque eloquence and a lofty vision of America the Beautiful. There are things like foreclosures, health care, and the state of public education on the minds of the Democratic voters. Clinton, the Yoda of Wonk, has mastered the art of talking about these things in detail. Tedious, yes. Effective, yes. If the theme of "change" can be co-opted by Clinton, so can the wizardry of wonkism be mastered by the Harvard J.D. 

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So let's pen no more sonnets about the Deluge in the Diner. Pull yourself together and get on with it!

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