Some call it a hot air balloon, some call it a souffle. Whatever it is, it’s still rising. Barack Obama, captain of the good ship Souffle.
Inside one of the rest rooms on my campaign plane is a cartoon which depicts the Clintons trying to roast me in a boiling pot of soup. Hillary tosses in salt and pepper, while Bill does the stirring. All they can see is me smiling while little bubbles of hope emerge from the pot. Michelle said it looks like I’m passing gas, hence the smile. She says I always smile when I pass gas.
As the primary campaign draws to a close, the Clintons are getting desperate, trying their best to boil me alive in a scalding soup of criticism. They called me light in substance who will deflate when they poke me. They said I plagiarized. They poked, and poked, and poked, and yet Obama’s good ship Souffle continues to rise.
Hillary and Bill’s tag team strategy failed. Now it’s John McCain’s turn, and all the Republican front runner came up with is an anemic, “To encourage a country with only rhetoric is not a promise of hope, it’s a platitude.” John, is that your best shot? Sure, I borrowed phrases from John Edwards, from Governor Deval Patrick, from Cesar Chavez, from Dr. Martin Luther King, even from John McCain himself.
Hey John, are you fired up and ready to go yet? Wait. Hillary said that.
It takes more than mere words to bring down this Souffle, John. Hillary and Bill gave it their best shot and look where they are today. The same place you’ll be in a few months. Watching a souffle rise.
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