Who said state messianism doesn’t play these days? Witness Crookstock!. The tacky self-aggrandizement is not least among the reasons why the Obama campaign is rapidly approaching the emetic -and ‘The One’s’ advisers know it, which is why the stroke of marketing ‘genius’ the stadium speech looked like a handful of months ago is now being downplayed more furiously than stock index futures. I’m all tapped out on hope, folks. Sell me something else, ok? Tell us how Obama is going to discover zero point energy, or find a cure for halitosis.

If the mind-numbing mantra of “change” is repeated often enough, it becomes like syrup of ipecac to the sound of stomach and mind -that is, those who dropped off their fringed suedes at the Goodwill bin decades ago. You see, America’s fascist leader worship is ‘copacetic’ with Main Street as long as our Fuhrers don’t take to believing their own press clippings or design their daises to appear as though they are receiving animal sacrifices. Obama’s comfort with worship seems to make many of us queasy, and this is a positive sign -much like the rising of the seas from global warming may yet submerge New York. Fire up those SUVs! Community organizer indeed. It’s ‘Mau Mauing the Flak Catchers’ all over again. With the ascendancy of the political and the declension of the religious and cultural (nota bene: Ashlee Simpson and Paris Hilton do not constitute culture), wandering and leaderless mass society turns to political saviors. This is by design, of course. Voter registration mania is a symptom of that decline, as the heart warming chestnut of ‘that government which governs best governs least’ is hopelessly anti-progressive and, as they say, “retardaire.” Viva la democracy! When the sign says clap, you clap. Get me?

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