Categorical Aperitif

Well, having lived to see a black man win a major party's nomination for POTUS, if we make it through today, we may yet see a black man elected POTUS. Barring something like Greg Palast's "How McCain Could Win" scenario, anyway. And given that pretty much every major poll for many weeks now has had Obama ahead, often by substantial margins—well, if McCain and Mooselini magically manage to pull off a victory tonight anyway, the protests are already being prepared for tomorrow. And beyond.

I've had a cold for most of the past week, but I feel warm today. Gonna go out and vote! Something about the ritual of gathering with my fellow citizens in a tradition that goes back to ancient Athens (though we have vastly improved upon it) just makes me tingly all over. And today, there is so very much at stake. Dunno whether I'll turn to the MSM for the returns tonight or whether I'll go online and watch Democracy Now!'s special coverage, but frankly, Amy Goodman and Juan Gonzalez sound like much better company for the evening than Katie Couric and Jim Lehrer.

Countdown to the end of Joe the Plumber's fifteen minutes in ten...nine....

// posted by nash @ 6:06 AM