An old Mississippi blues lyric sums up the endgame of John McCain's campaign: "I'll see you in my dreams." Right now, "Goodnight, Irene" tells the story of McCain's fleeing lost love, the pursuit of the American Presidency, having finally fought and climbed to the top of the ticket only to be undercut by an economic free fall the size of an avalanche on Mt. Everest. And, with the irony of the blues, the free fall was predicated by the cult and chorus of his own party. A real Greek tragedy. While the economy boomed and loosened devastation across the world's capital markets and buried the US credit markets, wiping out the caches of small thrivers, closing the global counting houses, McCain's own crash was more like inert sinking in quicksand. His misstep? Thinking the country wanted to know negatives about the man rather than hearing a better plan. "Goodnight, Irene."
Walter Rhett Walter Rhett attended Ohio State and writes from Charleston, SC. He is a Johns Hopkins University Fellow and a scholarship winner to the Johns Hopkins Summer Writing Institute. He has consulted for Japanese Educational Television and founded a civil war re-enactment unit, the 33rd USCT SC V. Walter contributes to 15 national blogs (LA Times, Seattle Times, Denver Post, Dallas Herald, Kansas City Star, Detroit Free Press, Chicago Tribune, ,Atlanta Journal-Constituion, Charlotte Observer, Washington Post, Philadelphia Inquirer, New York Times, Boston Globe, Christian Science Monitor and USA Today).
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