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November 06, 2008


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Heh. "Land of Hope and Dreams" instead, I should think. I sort of still can't believe that my friends and I have, well, wrought that.

It's sort of like the end to summer camp...or as BHO said yesterday, "Today is like the last episode of MASH....now, I realize most of you are too young to have watched MASH in its original run. It was a show about a group of doctors and nurses in the Korean War. And when the war came to the end, they all had to go home, and different things had to happen to them. Some of you won't travel with us any further....some of you need to go back to college, or law school, or start attending law school. But we have become, together, the best political team in the history of America. And some of you will continue on this road, with me, together, to the White House, and beyond."

Aside from Noel buying me champagne, I was transformed into...a Beatle or something.

The best, of course, are the victory celebrations across the country. U Street in DC, St. Mark's in NYC, the East Village, Ann Arbor, St. Louis, San Diego...crowds of people peacefully celebrating and bursting out into "Star Spangled Banner."

The Republic is saved, the Nation is transformed


Is heating with oil common in Europe? I ask because gas heat is nearly universal in America except in the Northeast where I live (on account of insufficient pipeline capacity). As oil users we're a bit more exposed to market price fluctuations, though right now prices have dropped considerably.


We did our best to plumpify her. Cute baby. Allison was initially fascinated, then a bit bored ("Mommy she doesn't *do* anything..."). We promised her that Leah will be more interesting in December. (Can't wait!)


Luke: it's a great day.

Here's an older-guy chill whisper cautionary tale, though. I put a link to Hunter Thompson in the next post. Here's the key passage:

* * *

Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime... the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant...

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.


There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning...

And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave...

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

* * *

And now, having dribbled a little cold water down your spine, let me take most of it back. I think this time is -- could be -- different. I think this wave will rise higher, last longer. I think maybe this time we all might win.

But that's another story, to be told another time.

Doug M.


Yeah, I know. Let's remember, my commitment to the study of history tilts decidedly toward the dystopia. Hell, I read Nixonland and looked and Palin and thought "Well, Sh1t." In one regard, before thinking "Whatever"

I'll take you Hunter Thompson, and, as I'm a Kennedy Brat, raise you the Greeks

"No poem or play or song
Can fully right a wrong
Inflicted and endured."

and also:

"History forbids us to hope this side of the grave. But once in a lifetime, the longed-for tide of justice can arise and hope and history rhyme."

So, the McGovern coalition comes together, finally, perhaps.

At a broader level, this was the first time Americans danced in the streets since V-J Day. The clips on the Youtube get into the area of breaking my heart, they're so amazingly beautiful.

Then again, this could all end in tears. But given that the last President was W., part of me responds that with "Really?"

I'm giving myself a week on cloud nine, then rolling up my sleeves and getting to work again.

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