It's easy to delight in the Hastert/Foley meltdown, and how it's hit a
national nerve. Building on all the administration's abuses, failures, and
lies, the cover up of this out-of-control congressman may just give America
the inadvertent gift of a chance to finally change course.
As I read the daily stories, though, I fear that too many of us will devour
them with relish, then do little more than gloat. I worry that we'll be so
busy following each breaking revelation about the self-destruction of a
regime so drunk on it's own power it's finally overreached, that we'll end
up doing nothing but cheering. At a moment when those long disengaged or
disagreeing might finally be receptive, that would be a profound loss.
Because the degree of the electoral shift in this key election will likely
be decided by the volunteer energy that turns out borderline participants to
vote.
Many of us have followed the Foley/Hastert story by reading about it on
progressive websites, and these sites have done a great job of placing it in
context. Yet the time we spend online also risks being part of the problem.