Blurbs of adoration

Lest anyone dare think that I’m not utterly thrilled about the upcoming Squish Heard ‘Round the World that will be the November election, it’s long past time to state a few facts.

I’m amazed by what’s transpired over the course of the nomination. I’m thrilled at the issues that have come into the discussion. I’ve been worried and I’ve been disgusted, yet I’ve been brought to tears at the groundswell so strong and so creative for someone I can truly, honestly, deeply care about. There is no lesser of evils in this race. I can taste true excitement among the general public as I’ve only known among the very small group of regular politico-types. I love it. I love feeling proud of my country not just for past accomplishments, but for a future where I won’t be regularly embarrassed when I travel the world, or even across town.

Loved this article when I read it in February; still love it today.

That second paragraph: love it. It’s funny because it’s true. Love this poem because it is also too true.

And most importantly, that candidate: love him. From his clear grasp of reality to the way his speeches heal my auditory wounds from listening to sheer idiocy for the past eight years, not to mention his and/or his team knowing the importance of design. From his website to the fist pump to the casual and smart choice of a Bruce Springsteen song for after his nomination speech. I love it all.

I said to Ian back in ‘04 when I first heard him, that guy should be president. He’s clearly brilliant. The F(au)x pundits may try to claim he came out of nowhere, but that’s only for those intentionally not watching because of a serious collective case of Head-up-ass syndrome.

I am so proud that I already got to vote for him once, and plan to at least two more times.