But, ... but, ... how could there be any undecided?

Undecided voters will apparently get to ask questions at the town-hall-like-debate.

Undecided?  WTF is wrong with those people?

The Republican primaries began, for all purposes, the day that Senator Barack Obama got elected as the President. 

For four years now, we have had President Obama and various Republicans audition for the November 2012 elections.  The Republican primaries were nothing but a series of eliminations of the not-Romney candidates. 

Remember Michele "the anti--science idiot" Bachmann?

Or, how about Herman "you want a job, right?" Cain? 

Even these were at one time more popular that Romney!

Through all that emerged the not-Romney, er, Romney, and even that was quite a few months ago, well before the convention itself.

After all that, how could there be any undecided in the electorate this late in the election season? 

A few of us have even made up our minds about the also-rans, especially the candidates via the Greens and the Libertarians.  

I suppose these will be the few voters who will come to value style of the two major party candidates over their substance.  Thus, Obama flubs and is distracted at the debate, while Romney flashes his white teeth while selling anything people want, and, presto, some of the undecided swing for Romney.  Seriously!?

Well, if only the decided, also, would seriously re-consider the substance; then, there would be a lot more people swinging towards the Libertarian and Green parties.

It is awful that a huge state of California, or people like me here in Oregon pretty much have nothing to do with the presidential elections, and it is all up to a couple of battle-ground states--the Discontiguous States of Florida, Ohio andVirginia.

Leonard Bernstein and America

The concluding part of a talk that Leonard Bernstein gave at Harvard years ago (thanks to the American Scholar):

I have come here tonight to share with you something I learned on this fantastic three-week journey abroad: first, that I have never loved my country so profoundly and caringly as I do now; second, that because of that love I feel more than ever the compulsion and responsibility to re-examine our automatic enemy-concept; and last, that this is a great time to do it, during these 10 days of prayer and reflection.

There is a charming legend about this penitential period: It is said that on Rosh Hashanah, New Year’s Day, the golden Book of Life up there in the sky is inscribed with the name of every single human being, along with his or her destiny for the year: who will live and who will die, who by fire and who by water, who will prosper and who will not. But there are 10 days within which one can change that inscription for the better—by prayer and the practice of good deeds. Charity and faith can avert the evil decree (you see, it’s all just another version of Corinthians, chapter 13). In other words, it’s now or never, because on the 10th day, Yom Kippur, the big book is closed and sealed for the year. Sorry folks, that’s it.So here we are on the eighth night, and I want to make my own public confession of faith, hope, and charity. You see, a couple of years ago I had a bit of a falling-out with my esteemed and well-loved friend Derek Bok. I won’t bore you with the story, but the rumpus was basically about a book written and published at Harvard and blessed with a sizable preface by President Bok. I read and hated this book and became quite exercised about the preface, which didn’t exactly endorse the book, but the presence of which, up front and center, by so distinguished a thinker, gave the book a certain cachet I didn’t think it deserved. Dare I mention its name? Living with Nuclear Weapons—the title alone was discouraging enough. Well, I got real mad and, in a self-righteous huff, stopped further contributions to the Harvard scholarship fund I had established years before. I was wrong to do so; and even though Derek and I have never debated the matter publicly or privately—never even had that lunch we promised each other—nevertheless I have sinned, I re-examine, I re-evaluate, and I hereby return the withheld funds.

There is no enemy; there is the American principle of free debate; fighting against an invented enemy is wasteful; fighting for ourselves and one another is constructive, is sharing—otherwise known as love.Let me leave you with the thought that we all have until Monday night to meditate, rectify, re-assess, and get that celestial inscription changed. Try it, it’s worth it. And, as we say, shana tovah, a good year, and hatimah tovah, a good inscription. Bless you.

So, in Bernstein's memory, and to follow-up on his comments here, I suppose it is most appropriate to embed a YouTube clip of "America" from West Side Story--for which he was the composer:

Mooning and debates in the academic world :-)

A communications professor shows his ass, er, class. Life in academe is always exciting, I suppose!