"Things haven't really gone off the deep end for the Obama campaign. They've gone back to normal" (Gail Collins)

Here's the optimistic view of tonight's debate . . .

"Things haven't really gone off the deep end for the Obama campaign. They've gone back to normal. You knew that the Obama-is-going-to-win-by-10-points euphoria wasn't going to last. . . .

"You have to calm down, Democrats. Romney hasn't turned into some new supercandidate. You were just underestimating him during September. He's the same old Mitt."

-- Gail Collins, in her NYT column today,
"Democrats at the Deep End"

by Ken

"It's a tough time to be a Democrat," says Gail, kicking off today's column. "When Democrats run into each other in elevators, they exchange glances and sigh. Or make little whimpering sounds."

And she has fun detailing the state to which those sighing and whimpering Dems have been reduced. Like:

Democrats are going bipolar. Half the time they are grabbing at random bits of hopeful information. (An Esquire/Yahoo poll shows most Americans would rather go on a road trip with Obama!) Half the time they are in total despair. Nothing makes them happy. Show them that cute picture of the lioness befriending the orphan baby antelope that's gone viral, and they will point out that the only reason the antelope is an orphan is because the lioness ate its mother.

Naturally already rattled Dems are even further rattled by the realization that the future may be in the hands of Vice President Joe Biden. "Everything reminds them of the election," Gail notes, before trying to walk them back from the ledge.

Democrats miss Seamus.

Yes, those were the days. When the very mention of "Mitt Romney" would instantly lead to a discussion of the dangers of transporting an Irish setter to Canada on the roof of a station wagon.

"Has Seamus peaked too early?" a worried Democrat asked me in Texas a while back. At the time, I thought that anybody who is a Democrat in Texas had so many things to worry about, it was a miracle he could even remember the dog's name. But now it's clear that he was totally right. Seamus was so June.

All Democrats have now is Big Bird. Plus worrying about whether they're talking too much about Big Bird.

Plus Joe Biden, who has a very nice smile.

You have to calm down, Democrats. Romney hasn't turned into some new supercandidate. You were just underestimating him during September. He's the same old Mitt. This week in Des Moines, he told an editorial board that he doesn't have any plans for pushing anti-abortion bills if he's elected. ("There's no legislation with regards to abortion that I'm familiar with that would become part of my agenda.") Meanwhile, back at headquarters, his spokeswoman was assuring National Review that he "would, of course, support legislation aimed at providing greater protections for life."

Maybe this will come up in the vice-presidential debate. Do you remember how well Joe Biden did against Sarah Palin?

Things haven't really gone off the deep end for the Obama campaign. They've gone back to normal. You knew that the Obama-is-going-to-win-by-10-points euphoria wasn't going to last. When did anybody ever win a presidential race by 10 points? Don't tell me about Ronald Reagan. When Ronald Reagan was president, gas was 90 cents a gallon and I was writing on a Kaypro.

Maybe Democrats should try to be more like the Republicans, and reduce stress by blaming all bad news on incorrect information, cooked up by cabals of political partisans.

Although you can't be overly sensitive about it. Jack Welch, who has been famous for his tender spirit ever since he ran General Electric, was outraged when he ran into flak for claiming that the "Chicago guys" had cooked the unemployment statistics.

"Imagine a country," Welch wrote indignantly in The Wall Street Journal, "where challenging the ruling authorities -- questioning, say, a piece of data released by central headquarters -- would result in mobs of administration sympathizers claiming you should feel ‘embarrassed' and labeling you a fool, or worse."

Perhaps we should all work on feeling sorry for Jack Welch.

. . . And here's a more cynical view.

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