Oh Logos!

Sorry, couldn't resist. Mickey Kaus flags the funniest thing I've read in a long time:

Obama's finest speeches do not excite. They do not inform. They don't even really inspire. They elevate. They enmesh you in a grander moment, as if history has stopped flowing passively by, and, just for an instant, contracted around you, made you aware of its presence, and your role in it. He is not the Word made flesh, but the triumph of word over flesh, over color, over despair. The other great leaders I've heard guide us towards a better politics, but Obama is, at his best, able to call us back to our highest selves, to the place where America exists as a glittering ideal, and where we, its honored inhabitants, seem capable of achieving it, and thus of sharing in its meaning and transcendence

I've got an epiphany on this, but am too busy to photoshop the Obama brand of frankincense.

UPDATE SPECULATION ON NEW HAMPSHIRE: How much pull does McCain get in New Hampster with Curt Schilling campaigning for him?