Dirty Hippies for Obama

I kept planning to make a big Election Eve hortatory post, but really, it isn't what we need.

Via Digby:
Peggy's feeling it:

While everyone is looking at the polls and the storm, Romney’s slipping into the presidency. He’s quietly rising, and he’s been rising for a while.

This made Digby think of, putting it delicately, if it's been going on for four hours he should call the doctor. I just saw bread dough, and thought of what happens when you punch it: whoosh!

From TwoYolks.

RIP the great American composer Elliott Carter, who just died aged 103. Don't be sad, right? Celebrate! He had a wonderful life, worked to the end, and it didn't need to be any longer. And we got the music.

Photo by Meredith Heuer via The Guardian.

@heritage I know! I know! It's a very rare matching period, Koch Brothers have offered to match every vote you cast with one of their own.
— Yastreblyansky (@Yastreblyansky) November 6, 2012

Oh yes, I'm voting for Obama. Just watched the Des Moines speech ending with a superb version of the story of "Fired up? Ready to go?" A South Carolina story, so he told it in the rhythm of the southern raconteur, stretched to the limit, what joy.

Are you fired up? Are you ready to go? Vote!

P.S. I was telling my daughter about Obama calling the banksters "fat cats" and hurting their feelings. She said, "He should have called them full-figured."