This was just highlightedby David Kurtz over at TPM, so I'm sure some of you saw it, but for those who didn't, I thought it was worth a diary. Maybe especially because there have been so many horrendous things in the news.
This is troubadour Bob Dylan taking a stab at our historical moment -- as crystalized in the parentage and trajectory of one Barack Hussein Obama.
He’s like a fictional character, but he’s real. First off, his mother was a Kansas girl. Never lived in Kansas though, but with deep roots. You know, like Kansas bloody Kansas. John Brown the insurrectionist. Jesse James and Quantrill. Bushwhackers, Guerillas. Wizard of Oz Kansas. I think Barack has Jefferson Davis back there in his ancestry someplace. And then his father. An African intellectual. Bantu, Masai, Griot type heritage - cattle raiders, lion killers. I mean it’s just so incongruous that these two people would meet and fall in love. You kind of get past that though. And then you’re into his story. Like an odyssey except in reverse.