Pessimists in Panic! We May Actually Win this Thing!
Here's what I wrote in my Time column this week, which won't be news to my friends on Ricochet:
Seventy-two hours after the first presidential debate, in which it’s universally recognized that Mitt Romney cleaned Barack Obama’s clock, I started to panic. The polls began to tighten, battleground states started to seem a lot less battlegroundish, and Republicans allowed themselves to think the unthinkable: We may actually win this thing.
This, of course, isn’t supposed to happen. In debates, Republicans are supposed to fumble around looking uncomfortable and out of touch. We’re supposed to smile awkwardly and get tangled in the rich man’s lingo: capital-gains-tax reductions, carried interest, the problems with the minimum wage, that sort of stuff. For 30 years, Republicans have watched every debate with our hearts in our throats; we’re behind our man all the way, but we always know he’s going to say something weird and off-putting, and we’re going to have to do a lot of damage control afterward.
For the record: I'm a lot more bullish right now, as of Friday morning.
But let me ask fellow Ricochet members a favor: if you do read the column, please scroll through the comments, as I did last night. And I say this with the utmost respect for the readers of Time, but there's a giant, um, quality gap between their conversations and ours. Made me feel proud of what we've got here.
And if you're not a member of Ricochet, do the side-by-side yourself, and then ask: Why am I not a member of the smartest, most civil conversation on the web?