I woke up this morning with a bad cold, throat closed off, and things not looking good. A nap, some drugs, and a lot of OJ later, I’ve made a turnaround.
I am interpreting it as a physical sign of the political turnaround to come. Hey, if it works . . .
With Fred Thompson speaking truth to pessimism, Sarah Palin on the road, and everyone doing his part to use Stanley Kurtz and Andy McCarthy as your weekend talking points, fowarding Robby George and other previews of life under Obama, and using David Freddoso as your coffetable book when you have friends over (have undecided friends over!), things can turnaround for John McCain. This election is close and nowhere near over.