It seems that History is repeating itself, in a rather bizarre way.

Sen. Barack H. Obama (D-IL) seems to have caught lightning in a bottle, and despite not having laid out any details as to what he plans to do about our nation's problems, or elaborating on his ideas for Foreign Policy, appears to be on his merry way to the nomination.   Texas and Ohio, who have their primaries weeks in the future, are showing double digit leads for his opponent, but by the time the polls open, the tide will probably have completely changed.

It reminds me of Bill Clinton's campaign of 1992, where no one seemed to care that the candidate had no real, tangible plan, only a good many platitudes, and he only won because the country seemed only to want to fire the father of the current Imbecile-In-Chief.   How strange, how insane is it that Obama's opponent is none other than Bill Clinton's spouse!   Know what I remember?   The look on George Stephanopoulos' face the first time he had to face a hostile press.   Like a deer caught in the headlights.   I remember that whole attitude after Clinton won the election.   Now what?

There are too many problems right now for this to happen again.   We can't afford another 'deer in the headlights' thing.   Change is a wonderful thing, and God knows it's quite necessary; however, Change is most effective when concerned individuals can deftly effect it.

I like Barack Obama a lot.   I just don't quite believe in him yet.  

"But, you don't like Hillary at all," Cookie says, taking the tea bag out of her cup.   "Sounds like you've not much choice."
"No.   So many people are so excited over Obama that they're not paying attention to things."
Cookie smiles.   There's no one else here, this very late Sunday night.   We're sharing a booth together.
"I despise Hillary," she says.  "She's like my mother-in-law.   That's enough right there."
"I fear more for a Hillary victory.   Bill's gonna sink the whole fucking administration, as sure as the sun's gonna rise tomorrow morning."
"You so sure of that?"
"Oh, sure.   The both of them need their enemies to thrive.   Without enemies, Bill and Hillary would be less defined, even to themselves.   Kind of like Nixon."
"Maybe McCain might be the right man."
"McCain actually winning might mean a real course change for the GOP.   The Far Wrong would be far less effective than they've been.   They want Hillary to win, so that they could stay as important as they think they've been.   I mean, that's just sick."
Cookie sips her tea.   She likes it very light.   Bewley's.   Strong enough to lift paint.
"It's all sick.   The political discourse in this country's getting sicker every day.   Have you seen Phyllis yet?"
"Phyllis?"
"Gigantic pompadour, black horn rimmed eyeglasses..."
"Oh, screaming nutter she is."
"Yes.   Not long ago, she'd be considered the village idiot.   Now, people actually talk to her like she's got something intelligent to say.   I mean, that's unbelievably scary."
"No, what's scary is how bleedin' melodramatic you Yanks get, everything's going to ruin life in this country as you know it if you don't strangle it at birth."   Cookie splits a brownie in half.   "Every potential result's an extreme one that's going to completely ruin everyone's life if we don't act now, act act act or else we're going to die.   And all these people snap to like Pavlov's dogs, when something triggers their fight or flight impulses.   Americans are the most entertaining people on the bloody planet."
"So, you think we're overreacting."
"It's the one thing Yanks do most."
"I'm thinking maybe Barack might be better in 2012."
"Possibly.   It also depends on who he brings with him."
I wonder if other people are having the misgivings I am.      I know I can't be alone.