1 post tagged “mypa”

I like bulldogs and I like Hillary Clinton.   I admire her fight-to-the-finish persistence that to many seems calculating and annoying.  I know she can get the job done, if not by diplomacy then by using her shrill voice each day to nag special interest groups into going her way (I know this works since I was raised by a woman with such a voice).  Yet, I didn’t vote for her.  Why?  Simple, I fell for a tall dark gentlemen and the vision for our future together.  When he was done I stared into his eyes and while singing “Yes We Can,” I pulled the Obama lever and simply left my girl behind.   

This isn’t the first time I’ve turned my back on a girlfriend for some handsome stranger and a dream for a united future.  In each of those cases, I soon woke up from my love-induced haze to find only broken promises.  I’m not equating Obama to a certain Irishman with pugilistic tendencies (aka ex-flame), but I have sobered up from his awe-inspiring rhetoric.  After almost eight years of turmoil and ineffective leadership, I want America to be more than a nation where you can find a hot shower and a McDonalds with ease.  To do this we need more than charisma. We need a President who will deliver results and I believe that person is Hillary. 

Convincing myself that my voting snafu didn't matter because Hillary carried New York didn't help assuage my guilt.    After two months I needed to let go, but how?  This morning as I read the NY Times, it hit me.  Giving Hillary my money is even better than my vote.  Peace descended over me as I typed my Mastercard’s digits on a secure server, much as I imagine it would if my plane touched the Bosnian ground in '94.  I hit submit and in the words of another tall great black orator I was "FREE AT LAST."

Go Get ‘Em Girl!  Sorry for ditching ya’ back in the booth, but you know how it goes… you did marry one of those sweet-talking fools.