Progress isn't virtual; it's real. You can talk about it on a computer screen, but you make it in the streets. The enemies of progress already knew that, which is why they sent bodies and bullhorns into the village square. They sent bullies. What did you send? Your avatar?
This is the noisiest, least-effective, excuse for a progressive movement I've seen in a lifetime. A lifetime long enough that in a couple short years my health care worries will be solved by either Medicare or mortality. But yours won't. If you want it, if you want any of the changes you so loudly declaim, you're going to have to fight for them.
This isn't about Obama. This is about you. This is your future.
It's your choice. You can either seize it, or you can twitter it away.