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And So It Begins…

Looks like the first plot to assassinate Barack Obama got short-circuited by the Denver Police yesterday. At least, it’s the first plot that got far enough along to warrant arrests and generate any news coverage. The national news media aren’t paying much attention, though I did hear Chris Matthews mention it briefly last night while waiting for Ted Kennedy’s speech. From the looks of the mug shots and the video from the local Denver station with one of the suspects, it seems more like a bunch of redneck knuckle-draggers than any Karl Rove/Manchurian Candidate sort of plot, but it doesn’t take a conspiracy to put a gun in a guy’s hand.

The assassination factor has been deliberately underplayed by the Obama campaign, though it has occasionally bubbled up in the media (including Hillary’s unfortunate comment about RFK). I’m sure it has a good deal more frequency among those compassionate Christian gun-totin’ all-American red-staters who haven’t taken kindly to a nigra running for office. After all, Saint Rush himself has put out the word that it’s okay to admit that you’re scared of black people, and spends plenty of time every day making sure his listeners know that it’s a black man trying to take them over. Race-baiting is Item Number One in the Republican Playbook this year. By mid-October, I expect that Rush will spend his entire show shouting “Nigger! Nigger! Nigger!” into the microphone every single day until the election. He’s almost at that point now.

Assuming he’s elected (which I assume he will be), Obama will have to endure this threat with a full degree more of sincere concern than his predecessors. The threat of assassination has always been real, if quite remote, for presidents, but the barely-concealed racism in our society is so likely to lose its cloak of invisibility with a black president. Quite frankly, it surprises me that we’ve gotten all the way to the conventions with only one plot getting to this point. I have to imagine that other people have shot their mouths off (pun intended) about killing him, so these guys must have been doing more than thumping their chests at the local bar.

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A Lion’s Last Roar

What nobody dared to say last night before or after Ted Kennedy’s remarks at the Democratic National Convention last night is how likely it was that he would never address another. But the little waver in Caroline Kennedy’s voice as she began to introduce him, the more obvious tears in the eyes of her cousin Maria Shriver, and the short but unmissable moments of choking up in Teddy’s own voice made it clear to anyone paying attention. Farewell, he said, even though he promised to stand with Barack Obama come January. Farewell, he said, even though he vowed to return to the Senate chamber he has occupied as long as I have been alive. Nearly thirty years ago he brought millions of people to tears as he swore that the dream of his brothers would not die, and last night he recalled his own words as he concluded “The dream lives on”, and brought people to tears with the knowledge that it is he who is dying.

Nobody can seriously dispute that Ted Kennedy’s personal foibles have tarnished his legacy almost as much as his legislative achievements have burnished it, but he shares those failings with a rather broad and deep collection of his fellow lawmakers. Few of them, though, can rightly claim to have so dedicated their public service to the betterment of the lives of ordinary people. Too many individuals in politics use their position to further their own fortunes or the fortunes of those who bankroll them, but Kennedy’s agenda and his most significant accomplishments have always been far more concerned with directing the blessings of fortune to the unfortunate. This, friends, is the true call of liberalism and the greatest duty of anyone elected to govern. With Ted Kennedy’s nearing exit from the national stage, we will likely not see it again in the Senate chamber, on the floor of the House, or in the Oval Office.

The dream does indeed live on. It lived well before Ted or Bobby or Jack in the words of Thomas Jefferson, in the deeds of Abraham Lincoln, in the grand designs of Woodrow Wilson, and in the decisive actions of Franklin Roosevelt. The dream itself can never die, though the torch that John Kennedy claimed for his own on a bitterly cold January morning forty-seven years ago has flickered and dimmed nearly to ashes in the hands of those who picked it up in his absence. The torch waned even more last night as Ted finished his course. If America is very lucky, in the hands of Barack Obama it might not completely extinguish, but we have witnessed the exit of its longest runner.

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Linkapalooza – News

From The “Not Until You Drive A Stake Through Her Heart” Department — There’s a brouhahah a brewin’ in the U.K. over whether or not Margaret Thatcher should receive a full-blown state funeral. This online poll by the Manchester Guardian suggests that most Britons are against the idea, but that hasn’t stopped the rumor (pardon me, rumour) mill in the tabloid press. The story has been making the go-rounds for a long time, as this 2006 denial from Tony Blair’s office shows, but apparently current PM Gordon Brown has had a change of mind and the funeral is back on. This editorial at UK news blog “The First Post”, by a fellow with the dreadfully-Wodehousian name of Peregrine Worsthorne, seems to think it’s a smashing idea, old chap. Of course, first she has to drop dead, which she presently shows no sign of doing.

From The “But NOW What Do We Freak Out About?” Department — I hope you didn’t throw away your overpriced Nalgene water bottles a while back when the media turned on the Panic Alarm over a nebulous remark about Bisphenol-A in a Canadian medical report. ‘Cuz here’s a newer study that rather strongly concludes that BPA is utterly harmless in the extremely low concentrations people are likely to ingest by using plastic water bottles. I see from that first link that Nalgene wasted no time getting rid of BPA in their plastic the minute the Panic Alarm was sounded, but you shouldn’t feel obligated to buy a new one if you’ve got a perfectly good one already.

From The “I’m Just A Gigolo” DepartmentWell lookee who’s one of the corporate sponsors of this year’s Democratic National Convention! Of course, the Obama campaign swears up and down that this has absolutely NOTHING to do with his lily-livered, back-stabbin’, chicken-shit decision to vote for the FISA bill with telecom immunity built in. If you say so, fellas. The Republican convention, which is scheduled to be held in the men’s room of Concourse A at the Minneapolis Airport, is being sponsored by KY Personal Lubricant. Maybe they’ll loan you some.

From The “A Smile Is Just A Frown Turned Upside Down” Department — Even the Bushies have to admit that the economy is well and truly fucked at this point. Witness Dubya’s change of heart about signing the mortgage relief bill today. One way you can tell that the conservatives have finally owned up to their mistakes is by those head shots that look like engravings that appear in the Wall Street Journal. According to Columbia Journalism Review and Conde Nast Portfolio, the pictures (which use a technique called “stippling”) of various financial prognosticators and doomed Bush officials have been redone to express gloomier sentiments, as you can see by the pictures of Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson above. Of course, these guys have tons of money safely stockpiled in gold bullion somewhere, so it’s not like they’re feeling the pinch, they just want us to know they’re taking it seriously.

From The “Better Luck Next Time” Department — You will recall the story about South African runner Oscar Pistorius, who won the right to try out for his Olympic track team despite being a double amputee. The argument that had been made against him was that his prosthetics gave him an unfair advantage over normally-abled runners. I guess they didn’t help him enough, because he did not qualify for the team. I don’t know if he still has time to try a favorite trick of past Olympians and claim some other nationality in order to weasel his way onto a different team, or if he’ll just have to wait until 2012.

And lastly, from our “So You Think You’re So Damn Smart?” Department — Here’s a little quiz from the Pew Center for Research that lets you see how well you measure up to your fellow Americans on news awareness. Twelve questions, pretty much all softballs, and all multiple choice to boot. See if you have been paying attention to the news lately. I got a perfect 12, putting me in the 97th percentile. The median score is an unbelivably depressing 50th percentile.

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Best Viewed Before Saturday

One problem with not having time to blog for the last couple of weeks is losing the freshness on all the current event-related items, but I think I can squeeze this one in just under the wire.

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Can We Have A Do-Over Please?

This AP wire story sums up what I’ve been reading on a number of political blogs this week, namely that Michigan Senator Carl Levin has proposed a redistribution of the Democratic Party delegates from his state’s invalidated primary. Levin, who was the guy who caused the primary to be invalidated by going against DNC rules and scheduling it too early to try to get ahead of New Hampshire, is now responding to DNC Chairman Howard Dean’s call to wrap this all up by June. (Whether there will be any resolution to the situation with the Florida delegates remains to be seen)

At this stage I am sick to death of both of these two. I wasn’t crazy about either of them in the first place, and now I would sooner write in Zippy The Pinhead’s name than cast a ballot for Clinton or Obama. In the run-up to and subsequent run-away from the Pennsylvania primary, both candidates demonstrated what you might really expect from them as President of the United States. Hillary Clinton continues to position herself closer to John McCain with each passing day, while making use of some of Karl Rove’s shittiest playbook entries. Meanwhile, Obama’s beginning to get hopelessly boggged down in the Jeremiah Wright story, along with the usual racist bullshit about him, and his “exciting rhetoric” and “charisma” aren’t helping him “seal the deal” with voters.

So I guess the only reason to vote for either one of these two is because they “don’t suck as much as McCain.” Swell. That sure is a clarion call to leadership for the troubled times ahead.

I would like to officially send a request to Chairman Dean, Senators Clinton and Obama, and all the other Democratic candidates who “suspended” their campaigns in February: may we please have a do-over? One great big Second Chance Primary in all fifty states (plus Puerto Rico, D.C., Guam, and whoever else gets a shot), where we can wipe out all the delegate counts, skip the interminably stupid debates, forego any advertising or fundraising, and just have a “first-across-the-finish-line” race. Or maybe all of them could go on stage and sing in front of the American Idol judges (just as long as Paula Abdul is sober enough to tell the difference between one and two songs), or even do the Paso Doble on Dancing With The Stars (I would love to see Barack Obama dance with Cheryl Burke, or Dennis Kucinich do the jive with Anna Trebunskaya). Anything, anything, ANYTHING! but make us have to pick one of these two 3-D losers, only to have them lose to John “Batshit Insane” McCain…or worse, beat him.

Of course, it could be even worse…Londoners today have to choose between these two dorks for Mayor

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