Boiling gaseous energy, swarms of small earthquakes, hot molten rock rising slowly through an intractable crust: Mount St. Helens? No, the Kerry campaign.
The comeback kid can't campaign for JFK due to his recent heart bypass surgery, so he sent the next best thing--his best and brightest, to help bring about a sea-change in this election. And you can tell--the pit bulls of the GOP have unleashed their reductive, minimalizing attacks on the senator, calling him all kinds of names and attacking his character, which the GOP loves to do. (By the way, why do we always pronounce it "jee oh pee", huh? Why not call it for what it is: the stuff you dig out of a septic tank: "gop" something that rhymes with "cop" and "slop"). They're attacking. They're on the defensive. Meanwhile, Kerry keeps his course straight ahead, sure of his ability to save America from this gang of thieves in the White House and their incompetent masthead.
The tide is turning; you can feel it, just like the mini temblors deep inside Mt. St. Helens indicate. I feel it in the soles of my feet, in my ankles, my knees. A positive thrumming. The electorate is waking up.