First, Obama goes to the Senate and confronts Joe Lieberman. It's not clear what he said, but it is clear that someone has walked up to that two-faced quisling for the first time since he ignored the will of the party and ran as a fake Democrat, and said something to the effect that, "Joe, you're fucking fake Democrat."
Then, he informs the party that there will be no more lobbyist money for the DNC.
Then he says, "Howard Dean is doing a great job and will continue!"
Somebody help me! It's like I went to sleep and woke up in an alternate universe!
People, if there was any doubt, and I mean ANY DOUBT WHATSOEVER, that Barack Obama will absolutely wipe the floor with John McCain, and then proceed to substantially move this nation in a better direction, that doubt is now OVAH.
It's called LEADERSHIP. I can confidently predict that in the months ahead when we normally would be having a hair-tearing moment of screaming at our computer screens or at CSPAN or at the newspaper such things as:
Why are you just sitting there on your ass not doing anything about this!
That we will instead be standing there, dazed, reading about a decision and an action that Obama figured out, strategized, and took, while the rest of the entire stumblefuck political class would have walked around with their pudenda in their hands waiting for someone to tell them which way to blow.
And I sincerely hope that, during the Obama Presidency that we all are going to work our asses off for, there will be no more episodes like the Silvestre Reyes one we're watching today, of Democrats haltingly, stumblingly, fumblingly trying to figure out how to cede ground to the Republicans on an issue that is CRYSTAL MOTHERFUCKING CLEARLY WRONG on every level possible.
It's just short of eight months more of President Nutsack swirling down the toilet of history, and this nation is going to have a for real leader. But in a lot of ways, we already do. The talk of everyone for the next eight months will be about what direction Obama is leading us in.
Bask in the glory, citizens! Bask! Bask! Bask!
Update: Help! I went to a recording session after writing this and came back, thinking I'd get the usual 35 or so comments in this diary, and I'm on the fricking rec list. And guess what: no scatalogical references this time. I don't understand how this happens! Nothing left to do but bask in the virtual fame, digitized self. Bask! Bask! Bask!
And, I guess, try somehow to catch up on all these comments. Much thanks for the recs!