Diary

Senator Barack Obama, I know that you want me to hate you.

But you want people like me to hate you. That’s why you produce ads like this:

So that when we read reports like this:

McCain gets emotional at the mention of military families needing food stamps or veterans lacking health care. The outrage comes from inside: McCain’s severe war injuries prevent him from combing his hair, typing on a keyboard, or tying his shoes. Friends marvel at McCain’s encyclopedic knowledge of sports. He’s an avid fan – Ted Williams is his hero – but he can’t raise his arm above his shoulder to throw a baseball.

…via Jonah Goldberg, via Hot Air – you hope that when we read that, then hate will then grow in our hearts; and then we might make mistakes. But hatred is fueled by fear; and you are not worth fear.

Revulsion, yes. But revulsion can be cold.

We can be cold.

Moe Lane

PS: And, remember. “I’m Barack Obama, and I approved this message.”