Big Sky Cairn

Obama was the Democrat Party’s nominee 24 hours before the polls closed in Montana. Of course, no one knew that was going to be the case and for awhile it looked like the Montana Democrat Primary would actually matter. So campaign staff - nameless and countless - invaded Big Sky Country - sort of like a senior frat boy acting like he is really interested in the high school stories of a cute freshman girl he met on his way to class. He listened intently, acting like he shared their values and would help show them around the glorious progressive campus. At every turn, he urged them to take another sip of the alcohol-spiked kool-aid until, slowly, they started to believe that he actually had their own interests in mind.

They let down their guard. They invited the frat boy up to their dorm room. One thing lead to another and… well, you know what normally happens in these situations.

Obama got his satisfaction. He got the votes he came for, and like so many upperclassmen frat boys in similar situations, it looks like he’s out the door as fast as he can run - not even bothering to ask Montana Democrats for their number.

Volunteers packed boxes, folded up chairs, scrubbed windows clean and loaded up a U-Haul sitting on the street. Balloons, half-empty wine bottles and glittery party hats lay around the room, evidence of the Tuesday night party.

Montana Democrats, feeling a little confused, still cling to the hope that their new lover will come back and that last night was just the beginning of a beautiful long-term relationship. They haven’t yet done the electoral math that almost guarantees that their romp was nothing more than a one-night stand and that the handsome frat boy is going to spend his time wooing older, more established girls who have the connections they need. They are still flattered by the attention, not yet savvy enough to realize that they have been used.

We can only hope that they used some sort of protection. It would really be a shame if the excitement of one night had permanent consequences for the entire state.

t would really be a shame if the excitement of one night had permanent consequences for the entire state.

Looks to me like you’re askin’ for an abortion …

Obviously the author of Big Sky Cairn is a white, male, 20-30 year old, college educated Republican who has a strong sense of self-entitlement. Reread the post and tell me I am wrong. Your paternial, sexual analogies are completely…I dont even have words for it.

Political Party notwithstanding, Jackson, you just described 90% of the blogosphere.

That “scenario” was actually inspired by a story line in Buffy the Vampire Slayer - generally considered to be one of the most empowering feminist shows on television. Seriously. Darn that Tucker.

Your subtle mastery of metaphor was so familiar, I can’t believe I didn’t recognize Joss Whedon sooner! Now you need to think of something else to say that’s mildly offensive so you can attribute it to the Tom Robbins you read when you were 19.

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