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Blessed Blues in the Key of "O"

If insanity is repeating the same action and expecting a different result, I was definitely going insane tracking this election via the mainstream media and blogosphere. So, like many Obama supporters pining for change and tired of endless tsunamis of negativity from what's left of the once-vital and proud Republican party, I followed my lovely wife's lead and got into the cavassing game. It's been worth every hour away from work, every weekend shift, every door knock. Even when I've come across Republicans, especially over the past few days as my contact list gets shorter thanks to early voters and the most efficient and effective ground game in the history of presidential politics (and that includes your vaunted 72-hour strategy, Mr. Rove), I've arrived at this Sunday evening hour feeling like I'm indeed part of a huge shift in this nation's attitude toward government, a broadening of our collective definition of "inclusiveness,"  and, of course, our realization that Hope is more than a buzzword. It's a staple of life. And liberty. And the pursuit of happiness.

 

Make no mistake, Barack Obama will be our next president. I spoke with one neighbor today who turned out to be Republican, but wasn't of the militant or brutally anti-Barack ilk I've encountered on occasion ("He's a muslim! He's a socialist! He's the father of all terrorists!"). Rather, he commended the Obama campaign on its thoroughness and flat-out determination to weed out every supporter, no matter how dodgy his or her previous voting record or how stubbornly hard to pin down his overally political pattern may appear. "I've gotten visits every day for the past five days," this gent said, glancing at the lovely koi pond near his front door. "And the Obama folks have called me every day. I haven't gotten one visit or call from the McCain campaign."

 

That's not good for Ol' John and his moose-hunting running mate. The key to any successful ground campaign is identifying your base and getting them to the polls, and on that score, at least here in Northern Nevada (which goes red eight times out of ten, but that's obviously changing), McCain's operation has dropped the ball. The polls show a close race come Tuesday. I see a landslide, a blowout, and slap across the face of the greedy, table-tilted-the-rich's way status quo. I see a cultural corner turned and Obama in the White House. If I'm proven wrong, I'll accept it as I and my family pack our bags for Canada (just kidding, I think). But right now, at this instant — without Chuck Todd or either campaign's surrogates or or an ocean of overheated bloggers clouding my judgment — I'm feeling pretty damned confident.