Pie a mile high: a few observations on the Democratic convention so far
The nation awaits the moment, mere hours away, that Bill Clinton points his finger and turns all red.
Just as fascism blurs the boundaries between what is public and what is private, the rhetoric of a political campaign at the zenith of its polemical pitch blurs the boundaries between passion and fallacy.
Michelle Obama has an asset that her husband, Hillary Clinton, and Bill Clinton each lack: a presentable brother.
If not for Mrs. Obama telling us that her husband is just like us, we could not have ever discerned this about Obi One Can Know Me.
But Obi One isn’t quite like us. He plans to appear as something of a theophany, on a dais somewhat resembling a Greek temple, for his acceptance speech. Doesn’t everyone?
Hillary Clinton declares herself to be a proud mother, a proud Democrat, a proud senator from New York, and a proud supporter of the candidate she once trounced as a “sleazy, hypocritical, incompetent sham.” But she does not happen to mention being a proud wife.
“The most important barrel of oil is the one that you don’t use.” This remarkable statement, spoken by Montana Governor Brian Schweitzer, embodies virtually every fallacy known to Econ 101: the zero-sum fallacy, the fallacy of composition, the chess-pieces fallacy, and the open-ended fallacy. It’s a truly incredible statement. But what it lacks in theoretical foundation it makes up for in early Soviet practice.
While light sabers are still ablaze within the Democratic party, factions temporarily unite and take time out to zap the Republican Empire. McCain and Obama camps each contend the other is transfixed in the 1960s. So where’s the love, man?