Okay, here’s my big push the night before Super Duper Tuesday. I am departing from the usual parenting blah-dee-dah to give a plug for my candidate. But I’m actually not departing too far from the parenting thing, because after all, this is about my kids and their future as much as anything.
We’ve always been really big on elections around here. When the kids were little we took them with us to vote on election days. They got to wear the little “I Voted!” sticker, and we’d host election night parties, even for the local elections that no one else cared about. At some point our kids became aware of the fact that their parents like to yell at certain politicians on the TV set, like to watch candidates debating, like to discuss politics in the most vociferous terms around the dinner table. This parental behavior has been escalating in the last eight years, when political tracts and Frank Rich editorials began to line the walls of the bathroom, and when I bought Rolling Stone magazine it wasn’t for the article on the Red Hot Chili Peppers but the excellent investigative report by Robert Kennedy Jr. on the stolen 2004 election. We like our elections. We don’t always like the people running for office, but we get very excited about elections.
This is the first time since forever that I have been so energized and excited about a candidate. Ever since Barack Obama spoke at the 2004 Democratic convention, I’ve been fired up. At our (very, very depressing) 2004 election night party, I remarked to the assembled (sad, gloomy) guests that I thought this Barack Obama guy should totally run for President. “Obama in 2008!” said I. “Did you hear him? Wasn’t he amazing? If he runs, he’ll win.”
I recall the suggestion was met with general murmurs of the “oh THAT will happen” variety. A few snickers in the “you poor naïve thing” vein. The general sense being – especially from three friends of mine who are African American – that I was dreaming if I ever thought a black man could become a Presidential nominee, much less get elected. Not that they didn’t like him; everyone was very enthusiastic about the young guy running for Senator of Illinois. But it was just that, yeah, right. As if. Friends shook their heads, as if I was a delusional child.
And now. Well, well, well. Here we are. La la la.