Let me spoil the party. Let me rain on the parade. Let me throw some water on sleepy faces. Let me break a lot of Dem hearts!
".....I’m beginning to feel like the Brits must have felt back in 1981, when Lady Diana was getting ready to marry Prince Charles."
Yes, I remember that "fairy tale" wedding. I remember getting up early to watch this beautiful bride and her prince groom.
I recall that it did not end up well. Somebody wasn't telling the truth in that relationship!
Obama's candidacy was about "voting present", "saying nothing", and telling people what they wanted to hear about Iraq.
Charles and Diana had a great wedding and a lousy marriage.
Obama was a great candidate and will be lousy president!
Why? Because presidents can not vote present, must make difficult decisions and have to live in the real world!
P.S. Wesley Pruden has a nice post for Obama called That was then, not now:
"Barack Obama might take a caution from the story about the man who died and showed up at the Pearly Gates.
The maitre d' told him that his death was particularly timely because he qualified for the weekly special.
He could sample that other place down below, then paradise, and decide for himself where to spend eternity.
He took the down elevator and the doors opened onto a lush fairway, where everybody was breaking par.
The restaurant at the 19th hole was the best in town, the roast beef just rare enough, the ham tasty and the broiled sheep's eyes tender and flavorful.
The wines were the best that Kendall-Jackson or Lafitte Rothschild could supply, served by 73 of the most beautiful women the man had ever seen.
"Yes," the guide said, "not all are virgins, but we're very multicultural now."
The party seemed to go on for days.
Finally, he was escorted to the elevator for a long ride upstairs.
Paradise turned out to be lush and green as well, and he was reunited with many of his old friends.
The food was the best, the wines similar to those served below, but he eventually tired of shooting only holes-in-one.
He reluctantly said thanks, but he wanted the livelier life downstairs.
He was directed politely to the down elevator for the long descent to oblivion.
The door opened at last on a scene of anguish, misery and utter desolation, similar to scenes of Sherman's Christmas bombing of Savannah, the leveling of Berlin and the great firebomb raid on Tokyo.
The man was struck dumb by the difference in what he had seen only a few days before.
"I don't understand it," he told an assistant devil.
"I was here the other day, and it was nothing at all like this."
"Ah, yes," the assistant devil said.
"Last week, we were campaigning. Now, we're governing."
