Dang, Philip, I’ve fought so hard to overcome my natural pessimism, only to find myself cast as Pollyanna amid a chorus of doomsayers.
Maybe I find it so easy to discount the harbingers of an impending Democratic landslide because of my gloomy memories of being a Democrat during the ’80s. If Mike Dukakis could blow a 17-point July lead, the potential of a complete meltdown by Barack Obama seems perfectly plausible.
I think you young whippersnappers underestimate the ability of Democrats to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. All this bold talk of Hope and Change strikes me as so much whistling past a familar graveyard.
