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Obama canvassers were out in force in New York City this weekend, passing out reams of literature about "hope," "the fierce urgency of now," "transformational change," and all other manner of ultimately meaningless catch phrase carriers big on what would charitably be called "inspiration" and scant on anything approaching a solid policy stance. But at least Upper West Siders could feel a part of somthing bigger than themselves as they tugged their Obama-sticker festooned dogs, children and selves through Central Park.

I stopped for a few moments at a Women for Obama rally. "Women in New York City are ready to hope again!" the devotee on the mic bellowed. The crowd erupted. The next woman mixed it up beginning with "change" and then moving to "hope." The reaction was similar. A few blocks away I encountered yet more of these hope-mongers. "Hope depends on us," a volunteer at a table lectured when after perusing the literature I failed to sign the contact info sheet.

Sometimes nice words make you want to say real bad ones, no?

The rhetoric never gets any deeper than this. These people are swimming in the most-hyped spoon of all time and have somehow convinced themselves they're floating in the middle of the Pacific. It's all amusing enough until you realize these people actually think they're saying something. Then, I'm with Tabin, it gets pretty damn creepy.