This is more than a week old, but it has inspired a new feature. Ladies and gentlemen, blog-prodigy Ezra Klein on Barack Obama's victory speech in Iowa:
Obama's finest speeches do not excite. They do not inform. They don't even really inspire. They elevate. They enmesh you in a grander moment, as if history has stopped flowing passively by, and, just for an instant, contracted around you, made you aware of its presence, and your role in it. He is not the Word made flesh, but the triumph of word over flesh, over color, over despair. The other great leaders I've heard guide us towards a better politics, but Obama is, at his best, able to call us back to our highest selves, to the place where America exists as a glittering ideal, and where we, its honored inhabitants, seem capable of achieving it, and thus of sharing in its meaning and transcendence.
So Obama's not Jesus; he's awesomer than Jesus!
as if history has stopped flowing passively by, and, just for an instant, contracted around you, made you aware of its presence, and your role in it
I think that's what OT-VII feels like.
Ezra Klein's finest blog posts do not excite, and they certainly don't inform. They enmesh you in an ego-stroking, hallucinatory interpretive dance to Das Kapital, the Port Huron Statement, and the Gospel of John.
Well done indeed.
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