Waxing politic

Last night I caught a glimpse of an email from a friend of Tammy's. The email was primarily a response to a question Tammy posed about Barack Obama's qualifications and potential as a presidential candidate.

Her insightful compatriot offered a sound diatribe on the dangers of democrats backing a possibly un-electable candidate. Most interestingly, the friend offered these words about the democrats' collective inability to support a centrist candidate like John Kerry:

"So we ended up with Kerry: tepid water, milk toast, vanilla, Republican-lite."

Longstoryshort, the statement got me thinking. First, about the poetics of the line, then about the blinding truth it represents.

I can't come up with any witty snippets of knowledge to expound upon this line of political poetry. All I can come up with are questions:

Is there a possibility for true progressivism in our modern landscape?
Are we chained to our adopted consumptive collective mindset?
Is there a foreseeable alternative?

/hmmmm