In my long and glorious history of Republican activism, I campaigned for candidates who had God on their side. Despite mandates from heaven or earth, they always disappoint. I don’t have faith in Obama. I don’t really believe in “change.” I don’t believe in a new dawn or a new day on this earth—after all, there is nothing new under the sun. I may have wanted to feel that surge of born-again Americanism when I saw Funk waving that flag, but I didn’t.
The Decemberists came back on the stage and they played their last song, “Sons and Daughters.” I pushed my way through the crowd so I could get in line to pick up my coat. I passed a woman next to the bar raising her beer cup high and singing: “Here all the bombs fade away/Here all the bombs fade away.”
One day they will. But it won’t be in the next four years.
