The Moose Is Loose

The Democrats at Denver offer a pig in a poke. You've seen him, you know his story, you've met his family. But you won't know him, really, until out he scampers, demanding, (with the support of fellow porkers in the Democratic Congress), the acceptance of proposals whose costs and implications we've never debated or thought through. We'll cross our fingers while the Rev. Jeremiah Wright leads us all in prayer.

Another word about McCain: 72-year-olds -- he became such the day of the Palin pick -- are supposed to be stubbornly set in their ways, when they can pry their eyes open, that is. Seventy-two-year old John McCain suddenly looks more vital and vibrant than some politicians a generation younger than himself.

It may not be enough in the end. That must be recognized. If it's written in the stars that the Age of Obama is upon us, we must bury the family silver and await better days. Yet today -- now -- we have a race that looks like, dare I say it, fun, in a sense foreign to us since this sad, angry, splenetic campaign began nearly two years ago. Let's get on with it.