Esquire’s psalm to Obama

I really want to meet Jim Treacher, the mind behind The DC Trawler, because his sparely droll presentation of spectacular finds is always spot-on. Today, he posts this tidbit from a recent Esquire article by Stephen Marche, with no comment:

Before the fall brings us down, before the election season begins in earnest with all its nastiness and vulgarity, before the next batch of stupid scandals and gaffes, before Sarah Palin tries to convert her movie into reality and Joe Biden resumes his imitation of an embarrassing uncle and Newt and Callista Gingrich creep us all out, can we just enjoy Obama for a moment? Before the policy choices have to be weighed and the hard decisions have to be made, can we just take a month or two to contemplate him the way we might contemplate a painting by Vermeer or a guitar lick by the early-seventies Rolling Stones or a Peyton Manning pass or any other astounding, ecstatic human achievement? Because twenty years from now, we’re going to look back on this time as a glorious idyll in American politics, with a confident, intelligent, fascinating president riding the surge of his prodigious talents from triumph to triumph. Whatever happens this fall or next, the summer of 2011 is the summer of Obama.

Better satire I’ve never read … if only it were satire. I surely sympathize with the desire to celebrate something — and, let’s face it, politics brings us precious little to celebrate. But wow. I’m not sure I’ve heard any hero of the Right — not even the vaunted Ronald Reagan — so praised.

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