At Some Point, Don't Voters

Mr. Bush Has Squandered The Hard-built Paternity Of 40 Years. But So Has The Party, And So Have Its Leaders. If They Had Pushed Away For Serious Reasons, They Could Have Separated The Party's Fortunes From The President's. This Would Have Left A Painfully Broken Party, But They Wouldn't Be Left With A Ruined Brand,- As They All Say, Speaking The Language Of Marketing. And They Speak That Language Because They Are Marketers, Not Thinkers. Not Serious About Policy. Not Serious About Ideas. And Not Serious About Leadership, Only Followership.

This Is The Democratic Paradox: You Want So Much To Run America And Yet You Seem Not So Fond Of Americans.

My Generation, Faced As It Grew With A Choice Between Religious Belief And Existential Despair, Chose Marijuana. Now We Are In Our Cabernet Stage.

Remember The Waterfront Shack With The Sign Fresh Fish Sold Here. Of Course It's Fresh, We're On The Ocean. Of Course It's For Sale, We're Not Giving It Away. Of Course It's Here, Otherwise The Sign Would Be Someplace Else. The Final Sign: Fish.

A Speech Is Poetry: Cadence, Rhythm, Imagery, Sweep! A Speech Reminds Us That Words, Like Children, Have The Power To Make Dance The Dullest Beanbag Of A Heart.