That’s it. The campaign is over. We’re just waiting to get the vote count now.
It *is* like an election for class president in the 5th grade. The teachers kept telling us “You should vote on the basis of the candidates’ issues and proposals,” but everyone knew that the whole thing was a popularity contest.
Of course, in the 5th grade, the teachers were there to ensure that the discussion *was* about the issues. Any effort to make the election about personalities was squashed.
Of course, that didn’t matter in the end. It was still a personality contest. But we at least got a lesson about what adults did when they held their elections, for positions that really mattered.
Real responsibilities: “to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity.” Like that. Important work, for serious people.
I miss the 5th grade.
Links to pdfs: Campaign shocks! The Outrage Machine is on a roll; McCain Camp Hits Obama On More Than One Front; Civility is casualty as campaigns spar; Anti-Obama ‘The One’ ad goes funny, not negative, McCain says
Roger Cohen is even more heartick about this than I. His op-ed today (to which I linked above) is a stunner: In The Seventh Year:
And, lo, a strange thing did come to pass. For as surely as the seasons do alternate, so the ruler and party that have brought woe to a nation must give way to others who can lead their people to plenty. How can the weary, flogged ass bear honey and balm and almonds and myrrh?
Yet many Americans believed the exhausted beast could still provide bounty. They did hold that a people called the French was to blame. They did accuse a creation called the United Nations. They did curse the ungodly sophisticates of Gotham and Hollywood and sinful Chicago; and, lo, they proclaimed God was on their side, and carried a gun, and Darwin was bunk, and truth resided in Alaska.
For Bush ruled over the whole nation and so sure was he of his righteousness that he did foster division until it raged like a plague. Each tribe sent pestilence on the other.
And in the seventh year after the fall, the dust and debris of the towers cleared. And it became plain at last what had been wrought — but not how the damage would be undone.