Last week I threw a party and while refilling wine glasses (well, Mason jars, as the party was so giant that I ran out of glasses) I overheard my dear friend Randy (above, running in the desert) telling someone that he was “an Obama man.” Being the needling third party noodnik that I am, I couldn’t resist emailing him some random smack I came across about Obama. (Why do my friends stay friends with me? I’m always doing rude things like this). He responded with the absolute perfect justification for Obama. It so captured the vague excitement that even old Naderities like me have for the dude that I had to reprint it here:
“As much as I am a man, I am for Obama. I am only barely a man. [Sorry Randy, when I asked for permission to put this online you probably didn’t think I would put that part in, but it’s cute].
I want an actor to place in front of the world and start to repair the image of this country. I think he will be the best actor in that role. Nothing more.
I have no faith in our system. I don’t expect I ever will. If I did, I’d be right there with you, voting for a third party. I am more likely to leave the country than grow so much as an ounce of hope that the system will be repaired or that our government will try hard to help everyone.
Sad, but true.”
I’ll keep trucking along for Cynthia McKinney, but oh, you realists. Sometimes I envy you for telling it like it is without guilt.