tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37018151.post-39408324885210719502008-01-13T16:09:00.000-05:002008-01-13T16:21:48.171-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/rids/20080107/i/r3836449616.jpg?x=400&y=263&sig=p9ZtztazTyQkvkMvdhfBjw--"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/rids/20080107/i/r3836449616.jpg?x=400&y=263&sig=p9ZtztazTyQkvkMvdhfBjw--" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Let's look at the tears before they harden like resin into cliché. (<a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB120000928241482363.html">Peggy Noonan </a> in The WSJ).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">And ...</span></span><br /><br />He [Barack Obama] plays down emotionalism in terms of his visage (not his words), keeps his guard up, wears dignity like a cloak.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">And ...</span></span><br /><br />When he [Obama] appeared with Oprah in Des Moines, she vibrated at the podium like a puppy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37018151-3940832488521071950?l=similepedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Like or As Mannoreply@blogger.com0