For your enjoyment:
- Obama is Too Good For Us
- I Still Love Obama. Love. Love. Love.
- How Can We Not Love Obama?
You're probably thinking you have an answer for that last question, right? How wrong you are:
In 2011, it is possible to be a levelheaded, warmhearted, cold-blooded killer who can crack a joke and write a book for his daughters. It is possible to be many things at once. And even more miraculous, it is possible for that man to be the president of the United States. Barack Obama is developing into what Hegel called a "world-historical soul," an embodiment of the spirit of the times. He is what we hope we can be.
We love Obama — even those who claim to despise him — because deep in our hearts and all over our lives, we're the same way — both inside and outside our jobs, our races, our cities, our countries, ourselves. With great artists, often the most irritating feature of their work is the source of their talent. Obama's gift is the same as his curse: He's somehow managed to be like the rest of us, only infinitely more so.
See? You only thought you didn't love Obama, but you can't stop loving him; Stephen Marche has made up your mind.
And from that second floater, I offer you this:
I'm also not convinced, my own hyperbolic tendencies aside, that I'm really the last Obama devotee standing. When I ask around, I find that the people who are disappointed in Obama aren't as disappointed as the media would have us believe, and that many aren't disappointed at all. In fact, some acquaintances have told me that they, too, feel surprised by the assumption that the Obama backlash is universal. Sure, a lot of the people I know are like me—Whole Foods shoppers, NPR listeners, Slate readers and writers—but I do live in a state where I'd be unable to avoid voters of varying political persuasions even if I wanted to.
Smitten though she may be, I think our correspondent is dead on. I think the backlash against Obama is nowhere near as strong or deep as it seems, even in the outraged squawks of people who claim to feel the most betrayed by him. It's tritely but accurately observed that the opposite of love isn't hate but indifference, and I think if you could burrow just below the surface of many a "disillusioned" Obama fan's anger you'd find the smoldering core of devotion still there, patiently waiting for the magic words from their Lightworker-in-Chief that will bring it to full flame again. As I've said before, they're just one speech from re-enchantment.
So take heart, Whole Foods-shopping, NPR-listening liberals: election season is almost here, with its intolerance for nuance and absolute demand for party unity. And as the backlash against the backlash takes hold, loving Obama will be cool again—and then this great weight will be lifted from your hearts, and you can bask once more in the transcendent grace of your perfect devotion.
(Two of those three links courtesy of.)