Obama wins

Even more fun than that was contrasting McCain’s speech with Obama’s. Saint John stood before an ugly green background and a couple hundred tepid supports, dryly laying into Obama’s “Change” message, with each jab punctuated with his crowd’s boos. Dear God, it was bad. He was hectoring, angry, and frankly, downright bitchy. His acidic rant concluded with audience feebly chanting “John McCain” with all the heart of near hopeless football fans staring at the scoreboard, down by 30 with 4 minutes to go, as their quarterback trudged out to the huddle. How very uplifting…

Obama, on the other hand, led a raucous crowd of 30,000 on a rhetorical rollercoaster full of hope, promise, and optimism, at the very venue in which McCain will become the GOP nominee this summer. It was awesome; he was awesome and owned their house. It was truly one of the most energetic and charismatic performances I have seen in quite some time. By the end of the speech, everyone was on their feet, clapping, whooping, and chanting “YES. WE. CAN.”

Oh Hell Yes. Yes we can.