http://www.bostonherald.com/news/opinion/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1074977&format=&page=2&listingType=col#articleFullBy Margery Eagan
Im an Obama girl and my man throttled Hillary Clinton, again, Tuesday night.
Suddenly, the impossible is real.
Suddenly, Im nervous. Very nervous, actually.
Im nervous because an otherwise normal grownup told me yesterday shes watched the will.i.am (Black Eyed Peas) Yes We Can Obama video about 100 times and gets weepy every time.
Im nervous because a longtime political type, normally quite cynical, now waxes rhapsodic about Obamas cool.
Hes elegant, controlled, the best-dressed candidate ever, he says. Never a red tie, yellow or bright blue. No, Obama does a subdued lean charcoal gray suit with a gray or silvery tie. Everything muted, measured, fluid. He floats onto the stage, a bit of the Fred Astaire thing going.
Fred Astaire?
This same man, 100 percent anti-illegal aliens, fears Obama could pull a Reagan or a JFK on the Mexican border, head down there, chanting, Tear down this wall! or even do an Ich bin ein Tijuana!!!
Hes with Obama anyway.
Im nervous because Harvard political genius Elaine Kamarck told me Hillary understands the various messes were in far better than Obama.
Suppose Kamarcks right?
Im nervous about the OBambi factor. Will the terrorists move in next door when Obamas in the White House?
Im nervous because Michelle Obama, about whom I just wrote a fawning puff piece, now says that until her husbands stunning ascendancy, shes never before been proud of America. Huh?
Barack now claims she didnt mean it. Oh, yes she did. We all know the insufferable, holier-than-thou, Blame-America-First types who lecture the unwashed from the rarefied air of Cambridge and Brookline.
If I wanted lecturing, Id be with Hillary.
Im nervous because too many Obama-philes sound like Moonies, or Hare Krishnas, or the Hale-Bopp-Is-Coming-To-Get-Me nuts.
These true believers Obama-ize everything. They speak Obama-ese. Knit for Obama. Run for Obama. Gamble - Hold Em Barack! - for Obama. They make Obama cakes, underwear, jewelry. They send Valentine cards reading, I want to Barack your world!
At campaign rallies people scream, cry, even faint as Obama calmly calls for the EMTs. When supporters pant en masse, I love you! (like The Beatles, circa 1964), Barack says, I love you back with that deliciously charming, almost cocky smile.
Oh - Im nervous because its all gone to his head and he hasnt even won yet.
Im nervous because its gone to a lot of other peoples heads as well. Maryland Congressman Elijah Cummings introduced Obama last week in Baltimore and said, This is not a campaign for president of the United States, this is a movement to change the world.
He walks into a room and you want to follow him somewhere, anywhere, says George Clooney.
Ill do whatever he says to do, says actress Halle Berry. Ill collect paper cups off the ground to make his pathway clear.
Im nervous because nobodys quite sure what Obama stands for, even his supporters. ( I cant wait to see, said actress/activist Susan Sarandon, declaring full support nonetheless).
Im nervous because even his biggest fans cant name Obamas accomplishments, including Texas state Sen. Kirk Watson, an Obama-man who humiliated himself when MSNBCs Chris Matthews asked him about five times to name something, anything, Obamas done. Watson hemmed. Watson hawed. Watson gave up.
Im nervous because John McCain says Obamas is an eloquent but empty call for change and in the wee, wee hours, a nagging voice whispers, suppose McCains right, too? Then what?
An interesting case study of the Obama phenomenon. The fact the columnist still describes herself as an "Obama girl" makes it even more telling.
