November 24, 2008
On January 20th 2009, Barack Obama will be inaugarated as our nation’s 44th President. It will be history in the making as 5 million people descend on the mall and watch in rapture for what may be the most inspiring moment in the past 45 years of American history. A moment that will bend the knees of the strongest men and break the hearts of the hardest of humans. It will, in short, be the greatest moment of your life.
Until 12 days later. 12 days later, on February 1 2009, Superbowel 43 will take place in Tampa. On that day, the accomplishments of the junior Senator from Illinois who followed in the footsteps of Abraham Lincoln will seem bookish, boring and banal. On that day something truly amazing could occur: Brett Favre could win the Superbowl, again.
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November 3, 2008
The Obama campaign and the Boss are no strangers to each other. With 25 hours until polls begin to close on this election season we take our final opportunity to celebrate the messianic power of Barack. By March we will be disillusioned with his move toward the ideological center; by July the Daily Show will have learned how to poke fun at the left; by 2009 Obama backlash will begin in earnest as we go to war against Al Qaeda in both Pakistan and Iran.
Until then, however, let’s cross ourselves in the name of the father, the son and the Holy Spirit for even Springsteen himself can’t refrain from anointing Obama the One. For most of us there’s life, there’s death, and there’s burial. Not so for the rest. For the select few there are 390 electoral votes, a democratic mandate, a Jay-Z endorsement and ascension from the corporal plane. Like the eve of Easter, we anxiously wait for tomorrow when doubt becomes faith, faith is affirmed and the Rising makes believers of us all. President Obama, hallow be thy name.
August 28, 2008
A mix tape is one of those intimate gestures we remember from high school. You’d spend hours, if not days, going through your CD collection, taping songs off the radio, searching for that perfect combination of songs that would tell your recipient exactly how you feel. It spoke louder than a letter, or a note or later, an email. It was a soundtrack to your soul, saying what you couldn’t say, articulating what you yourself couldn’t put into words. A mix tape is how you told someone I love you. A mix tape is how you won their heart.
And so the Democrats set out once again trying to achieve what they have failed to do for the past 8 years, win America’s heart and convince us, the American people, that they are the ones we should choose. They wooed us with words throughout the Primaries; they courted us with commercials. For the past four days, however, they resorted to that good ol’ fashioned accoutrement of courtship, the mix tape, to tug our heart strings into a flutter and tell us we’re the one. What follows, a break down of the music of the Democratic National Convention and whether they succeeded in getting in our pants.
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