However, there are some good points made:
AND YET, who can honestly say that, when measured against Joe Biden's foreign-policy expertise, or Bill Richardson's resume or John McCain, the personification of courage and constructive compromise, or Rudy Giuliani, who revitalized America's premier city, Obama really deserves to be president at this point in his life?
Lots of people, that's who. They're willing to discount his comments about bombing Pakistan and having powwows with Iran. (Biden would never have made such gaffes.) They're delighted that he's biracial because it makes them feel tolerant.
They smile at his confessions of having smoked weed and done "some blow" because they probably have, too. They don't care that he is adamantly, without-limits pro-choice (in fact, that's probably a plus).
They don't seem to care about these things, about his inexperience. But despite his setback in New Hampshire, the Obama phenomenon seems to be still alive and definitely kicking.
He tells his supporters what they want to hear, the college students who are sick of politics as usual and the voters of color who have made him the repository of their dreams and the people who think he'll be a uniter after years of bitter division.
I wish I could feel their excitement. But all I see when I look at the adoring crowds are hero-worshippers. And that might be OK when the hero is an anchorbabe. But it's not OK when the rock star is aiming for the White House.
Barack Obama might want to consider naming his next book "The Audacity of Hype."
My nickname for him is certainly making the rounds.
