What I love about Clinton is his skill as a both teacher and preacher. He made a better practical case for Obama’s reelection than any of Obama’s surrogates or Obama himself has managed to as of yet–arithmetic. Just reminding voters how many of those Medicaid dollars that Romney/Ryan propose to slash are underwriting middle class seniors’ nursing home expenses and paying for services for disabled children could be a game changer.
First he appeals to our common sense and our pocket books, then he reminds us of our better natures. “If you want a you’re on your own, winner take all society you should support the Republican ticket,” he says. “If you want a country of shared opportunities and shared responsibilities – a ‘we’re all in it together’ society, you should vote for Barack Obama and Joe Biden.”
But what really slayed me was his peroration–when he said how everyone who ever bet against America lost their shirts. You can knock us down, he said, but we always get back up. It was the egoistic sublime, as I think Coleridge put it. America is me and I am you–we are every last one of us the Come Back Kid. Especially Barack Obama.
I’m not sure what it says about me, but it moved me to tears. He seems to have gotten under his wife’s skin too, who was captured watching him speak from halfway around the world. Don’t know what that says about her either, but the look on her face strikes me as Mona Lisa-esque.
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