 ...along race lines and class lines and most recently gender lines. There's only two of them, by the way. And all of the sudden, that narrative, the moist dream of the class of 1968, is imploding like the house at the end of the movie Poltergeist. Just collapsing on itself. One brilliant flash of light. And right before it, you'll see Obama's face. And then it'll just disappear. It will just disappear.