November 3rd, 2008
It’s dark outside my window. and my lamp is placed sufficiently off to one side, so my reflection in the pane startles me (in that instant before I realize it’s me). In the warped glass of this old building, any man with short white hair and a sufficiently wide face is going to look like John McCain.
Adjusting my eyes to the view of Russian Hill, I see a few hundred windows. A great many of them are backlit by TVs. It’s still the newshour, so the shifting images are most likely Campbell Brown, Keith Olberman, and Rachel Maddow. (Not so likely are they Bill O’Reilly, Brit Hume, or Joseph Goebbels — this being San Francisco).
I’m worn out. I just wrote about being able to break this habit come Wednesday. But can I do it if, as I expect, Obama wins? Because then I’m going to want to bask in all kinds of old footage I couldn’t bear watching tonight. But I have to know how things turn out before I can look at another five seconds of Palin or McCain. Or even any of their SNL counterparts.
Tonight, the Republicans trotted out a new Jeremiah Wright commercial. Obama’s face was presented in profile as stills of O. with his pastor clicked by. I remember the words “Risky” and “Radical”. The spot was signed off by some patriotically named stooge committee. That’s the ruse. McCain promises not to go into Jeremiah Wright territory, knowing full well the RNC will.
I catch my reflection again and move the lamp just a few inches over so I don’t mistake myself for McCain again. Even for a nanosecond.