Doom. Impending doom. Deep dark impending Democratic Party doom. Losing one if not both houses of Congress- deep dark impending Democratic Party doom. Deep dark impending Democratic Party doom of Biblical proportions destined to make 1994 seem like walk in the park with a loved one down a sun kissed lane strewn with fallen magnolia petals. Then again, wait. Maybe not so much doomishness.
A week ago, the Gallup organization released a tracking poll giving the GOP a 10 point lead when voters answered which party they favor. And much wailing and crowing ensued. Whispers grew into shouts and fear and joy swept the land. Democratic candidates avoided Obama like a plate full of haggis dipped in botulism toxin. Fox News Commentators boasted that independents would prefer having a sack full of snarling weasels dropped into their pants than vote for a Democrat. And being home to Bill O'Reilly, it was assumed they knew what they were talking about.
Then Gallup released a new poll showing the parties dead even. Same question, now we're tied. Double- digit swing in a single week. Why? Nobody knows. Might be a backlash to Glenn Beck's trek to the Lincoln Memorial to reclaim the civil rights movement for loud angry chubby white guys. Perhaps it was a collective sigh of parental relief after returning their budget busting vacationing rug rats to school. Or maybe it had to do with Obama coming back from ten days golfing with the big time swells on Martha's Vineyard. And no, I'm not talking about Hurricane Earl.
And what a comeback. Worthy of Secretariat. With recharged batteries pinning the brim, the President shifted into overdrive. In Milwaukee on Labor Day he floated a program to rebuild America's infrastructure. And who hasn't rattled their teeth in a pothole big enough to qualify for its own area code? John Boehner maybe, that's about it.
In Ohio, Obama proposed cutting taxes on businesses placing the GOP on the defensive since they offered up the very same legislation during the Bush years. Of course now they're against it. Which, in the middle of an election year is less surprising than a big belt buckle on a rodeo star. Ski wax in a Telluride closet. A fat tortoiseshell cat napping on a Bed & Breakfast lobby counter.
At this point, all we can be sure of is that people are pissed. At everyone. For everything. At restaurants for stubbornly retaining pre- recession stratosphere scraping entrée prices. At the Oakland Raiders for charging 33 bucks to park at a meaningless pre- season game. But then they're all meaningless. At banks for turning greed into an art form. At Obama and the Dems for waiting so long to address the economy and at the Republicans for politicizing anything coming out of Congress including the Aren't the Clouds Dreamy Proclamation.
So, to doom or not to doom. That is the question. And the answer remains Yes and No. There's no way out and we're stuck here until someone locates the key. Which could be tomorrow. Or the decade after next. Voters hate the Democrats. Except when they dislike Republicans more. We're headed down the wrong path, but it's the only one that's lit. And that clears everything up like the view through the windshield of a VW Beetle going uphill with a blown head gasket. Also known as: politics as usual.
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I've never known anyone who loved metaphors more than me. And "gosh darn it" are you better at it than me. I've found a master. It was like entering Wayne's world and I must cry out. "I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!" Oh dear.... that was a metaphor wasn't it?
Oh Democrats could claim this thing. They could strap on their big belt buckle and slide to victory like they're coated in Telluride ski wax and then settle back to bask in victory like a fat tortoiseshell cat napping on a Bed & Breakfast lobby counter. While the Republicans tear their garments and let out a lament of Biblical proportions.
But will they? I'm an Independent. The view through the windshield is fuzzy.