Or at least thatâ€™s the rhetoric du jour being hustled in the O-Ring. Like many demagogues, the tall, dark candidate is a Rorschach for the disappointed entitlement of the masses. (Is there a Leni Riefenstahl in the house?) He appeals to â€œthose who want to believe,â€ he says. Believe in what? He reaches out â€œto those who believe in change.â€ But change from what, to what? Without any content, he can be all things to all people, just like other demagogues who whipped â€œthe peopleâ€ into a frenzy over a half century ago. But then, hey, who remembers that stuff? Itâ€™s the past, and in this post modern climate, the past is just a four-letter word.
Weâ€™re tired of money and interests, he tells the adoring crowds. Yet he fails to tell them just how all of these â€œdreamsâ€ and all of these â€œhopesâ€ are going to be actualized without money, and with no investment of interests.
His people, he assures the cheering crowd, have chosen the future. As if it wouldnâ€™t arrive without him. Alas, itâ€™s been said before, but those who refuse to remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
O man has maintained his anonymity. He is an abstraction, a personality. The people to whom he appeals donâ€™t want reasons, they donâ€™t want specifics. They sure as hell donâ€™t want any actual discussion about tired old stuff like â€œissues.â€ They just want an illusion â€“ slogan-driven magic. The check is in the mail. And no one asks just how thatâ€™s going to happen, or who is going to pay.
You can bet that John McCain is going to ask what all those generic platitudes are going to cost.