One year ago yesterday, we stood in Denver and listened to Ted Kennedy assure a cheering, standing, adoring crowd, "For me, this is a season of hope. New hope for justice and fair prosperity for the many, and not just for the few. New hope -- and this is the cause of my life -- new hope that we will break the old gridlock and guarantee that every American -- north, south, east, west, young, old -- will have decent, quality healthcare as a fundamental right and not a privilege. We can meet these challenges with Barack Obama. Yes we can, and finally, yes we will."
If only the hope-juiced surety of party conventions had anything to do with compromise-addled political reality, if only campaign promises came with guarantees and if only Ted Kennedy had had the chance to finish the work that he started, there would be a hell of a lot less to mourn today.