Diary

Let's Roll!

We’ve been watching Barack Obama widen his lead the polls for several weeks now. And you know why? Not because of his ideas, which are awful. Not because of his leadership, which is invisible. He’s been winning because he’s been fighting. Americans are mad–can you blame us?–and we don’t trust the man but we do trust his anger, because it is real.

Yesterday John McCain and Sarah Palin started fighting back. They have done so at the right time. After Obama had already exposed his towering ego. After the Sarracuda proved her mettle in debate. After the falling market could do no more damage to expectations. And the Obama campaign is floundering, frightened and enraged that the Mac refuses to yield.

This is a strange and perilous time in America–a time when our leaders have been scattered, and our cherished principles have been shaken by misfortune. The old Apollonian gods have faltered, and the Dionysian hordes have taken the gap. Their new Caesar is the sort of whom Shakespeare wrote:

Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home? What tributaries follow him to Rome, To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?

Enter John McCain, who has faced the ultimate sacrifice for his country, who has always maintained his resolve in the face of the worst dangers. Enter Sarah Palin, who reminds us of the joy at the center of our national dream–who offers us true hope. Not a contrived salvation that feeds on despair, but the optimism of a woman who has lived her ideals.

Senator McCain and Governor Palin aren’t fighting for themselves. They’re fighting for the principles that have made America great among the nations: the space we give to religion, the freedom we give to markets, and the chance we give to the individual. They are also fighting to prevent power from falling into the hands of a ruthless, radical elite.

These are things worth fighting for, win or lose–and we shall win.

As General Patton told his troops in the spring of 1944:

Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win–all the time. I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That’s why Americans have never lost, nor ever will lose a war, for the very thought of losing is hateful to an American.

Let’s win this one. For the Mac. For the Sarracuda. For America.