Ezra Klein is my homeboy, but yeah, this is over-the-top:
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.
Call me a cynic if you must, but Obama is a politician. I’m not looking for politicians to be my friends, or to make me into a better person, or to give my life meaning. Hell, I’ve got beer for all three of those things.
What I am looking for is a politician that can be influenced to make certain policy changes that I endorse. Like, I dunno, ending the Iraq war. Or, uh, providing national health insurance. Or maybe, just maybe, lessening the influence that big business has over our government. When you start talking about politicians like they’re anything more than tools to be used to further goals, you’re setting yourself up to get horribly punk’d. Put it to you this way: what you wrote above sounds a lot like how John Hinderaker talks about Bush, how Peggy Noonan talks about Reagan or how K-Lo talks about Romney. And while Obama is obviously better than those three guys in just about every conceivable way, that doesn’t make him otherworldly. Repeat after cynical old Brad: he is just a politician.
…and on an unrelated note, this is sad.
HTML adds: Lambert’s post is a nice antidote to Ezra’s vapid idolatry.




