Yes, I know this piece is old. My traveling this year has left me with a giant backlog of magazines that I am only slowly making my way through. Nonetheless, if you missed Charles Pierce's great piece on Obama in Esquire from a few months ago, it's definitely worth a read. Taking on the role of the cynic, Pierce takes a hard look at what it means to be inspired. What we, as voters jaded by politics are desperately looking for in a candidate, and what that says about us as much as what it says about Obama.
Read it here, but to whet your appetite, here's a tidbit:
"The cynic found Obama more fascinating than ever. He was still the front-runner for the nomination, but any notion that the campaign would take place on a higher plane was lost somewhere between Wisconsin and Pennsylvania. The cynic wondered if Obama’s campaign had not found itself in a blind alley of its own devising. By offering his complicit, fearful nation and its complicit, brutish people absolution without confession, without penance, Obama guaranteed that the sins would stay, and they would be committed over and over again, and against him this time. Poor bastard, thought the cynic. When the cynic heard Obama talk about Dr. King’s “fierce urgency of now,” he wondered first and always why Obama spent so much time talking about great men -- Abraham, Martin, John, and Bobby -- who’d all been shot in the head."