I Want This Man As MY President!!

It's finally over. (Except in one power crazed, deluded woman's mind.) That ungracious, sore loser speech the Clinton Creature gave tonight flabbergasted me with its hubristic self-entitled delusions of grandeur. I was literally reduced to hurling obscenities at the TV for all her cant and lies. Not once this primary season have I heard that Clinton Creature congratulate Obama on a win, whereas he has always been classy, respectful and laudatory with regard to her. I guess that's the difference between CRASS and true CLASS.

Finally, a Democratic presidential nominee who inspires me like no other has since JFK (when I was a toddler, and I'm sure he inspired me too, as small as I was). What an incredible historic moment for the Democratic Party and our nation ... which I hope will become the signal that will not only change our country, but just as importantly begin repairing our greatly damaged reputation and image abroad. Can the political sea change finally be upon us in these sad and desperate days we've been living for the last 28 years? Something is afoot, of that I'm sure. And for once in my adult (voting) life, HOPE at least appears to be winning at least this day. I never dreamed that we could actually nominate an African American or Biracial candidate, though I voted twice in primaries for Jesse Jackson (in 1984 and 1988). I truly want to believe we've made enough progress in this country to carry through to enact Barack Obama's progressive vision of a better America. The choice is now clear: do we want to continue the "failed policies of the past" (as John McCain intoned tonight, without understanding the inherent sad irony) with an angry old man who yells at clouds or do we want a candidate who extols the beauty of those clouds and their capacity to move us to accomplish better things? For me, at least, that's a no-brainer.

I certainly didn't start out here to write a screed against the Clinton Creature or the Cranky Old Man. But just consider the dramatic contrasts when you put them all before yourself and ask where you'd rather go. The choice, I think, is blindingly clear.

Way back when, on 3 January, 2008, I went to the Caucus as a dedicated John Edwards supporter (and a second choice Obama supporter). And I still believe in John Edwards, but he just didn't make the cut here. I think he's a perfect fit for an Obama administration's Attorney General or Secretary of Labor, and hope he will eventually play a role on Barack's team. I was disappointed that he didn't come out stronger from the gate, but I was in no way angry that Obama won so decisively here. In fact, Obama's Caucus Night speech electrified me and brought me to tears, as have so many of his subsequent speeches. That was when I realized that the man who I had previously feared was an "empty suit" convinced me that he was for real. I still think so, and I'm going to do whatever I can to make sure that we elect him our 44th president in November!