Never in the history of American oratory has such soaring rhetoric been deployed so majestically in the service of campaign damage control.
That’s why Chris Matthews’ Leg felt “it” again today. That electric surge of hope-change-love-peace running from his toes up his sciatic nerve. “I am healed,” The Leg declared serenely.
The Leg couldn’t help but admire the brilliant timing of Obama’s decision to bravely lead the nation in a frank discussion about race—choosing the very moment in which he is forced to talk about race to get his backside out of a sling.
Only a statesman of Obama’s skill and stature could successfully excuse himself for sitting under the teaching of a racist conspiracy nut for two decades simply by equating him with the little white grandmother who raised him and who apparently used a few racial terms considered politically incorrect now 40 years later.
Well said. I still can't understand why people can't see through Obama's rhetoric. He spoke for what seemed like hours today, and at the end I think I was more confused than when he started.
"Ok, so you don't condone what Wright said. Got it. Oh, but you don't condemn it? Oh, oh, you condemn it but you won't condemn him? But isn't a man a sum of what he says and does? And this man was your mentor for 20 years, and was on your campaign's religious advisor committee all the way until last week? But he has no influence on you whatsoever, right. Ok, just so we're clear."
This is insane.
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