Follow the Lighted Promenade

The east wind sighs, the fine rains come. "Brutus, thou sleeps’t. Awake. Brutus, thou sleeps’t. Awake." - William Shakespeare The above comes from an anonymous letter (actually written by Cassius) to Brutus, in the play Julius Caesar, warning him of the dangers of his obliviousness in a time of great political turmoil. The same might be addressed to us, now. You are sleeping. Awake. A certain candidate for President (who shall henceforth go nameless) has been running adverts warning of the perils inherent in voting for a "less experienced" candidate, relying on the old standby - fear - to carry her message, intimating that, were one to vote for, say, Barack Obama, the Iraqis would come to this country and feast upon the brains of our babies. And, just like the Rove bilge of the past seven years, they have been successful. Why are Democrats falling for the same tactics that helped George Bush win two elections? Why should fear trump hope and intelligence? Tha