In order to not receive nasty messages from Ken anymore (and to ensure that I always have more entries than Jesse), I decided to think my thoughts here rather than other places. Well, I already thought them there. But other people feel more free to criticize them there. And here, I have the power to prevent non-conformist thought. So there it is then.
My tale is one of "WTF happened to me?", or to be more accurate – "How can I blame this on Smoove_B?". I would refer to him as Mike, but apparently his stupid worm chronicles didn't rate well enough to get him invited here. Chump.
Let's start with where I am now. Much to my surprise, I find myself positively giddy at the prospect of being able to vote for Sen. Barack Obama, even if my only opportunity is going to be next Tuesday when the awful State of New Jersey holds it's primary (which isn't really a primary, since they aren't choosing delegates until June or something retarded like that). To understand the gravity of this, you have to understand that just 8 short years ago, I was little more than a hack Sean Hannity clone. Conservative to the core, and one of those guys, that only cared about winning.
I wasn't even planning on paying attention or participating in this election. I've gotten so completely disgusted with The System(tm) (don't even get me started) and with our homogeneous two-party system, that it just didn't seem worth it. The Republican candidates all seemed awful. Hillary seemed inevitable. What was a disenchanted soul to do?
And then Sen. Obama won the Iowa Caucuses. Suddenly perhaps Hillary wasn't the inevitable candidate. The only reason that I even started looking at Sen. Obama was because he seemed like the only candidate with a reasonable chance of standing in the way of Empress Hillary. What I found was a guy that disagrees with me on virtually every issue you can find (aside from a set of liberal social positions that I have acquired over the past 8 years).
And yet, I find myself almost willing to donate money to his campaign. I find myself ready to go to the polls next week, declare myself a Democrat, and press the button indicating that I'm for Obama. I've tried to articulate why. My parents find themselves supporting Mike Huckabee (who I've decided is my arch-enemy). They think I've lost my mind. Hillaryites can't seem to figure out what is so appealing about a candidate that doesn't have 2000-page policy papers on how the federal govt can and will solve every problem under the sun. Even Canadians are confused over the appeal of this man.
The only way I can describe it is to say that this man makes me believe. Something I doubted any candidate from any party would be able to accomplish. I find Hillary to be a cold, conniving and calculated shrew that is consumed with hunger for power. Hillaryites don't really deny the charge, so much as they try to get me to accept that all candidates are like that. Are they? I find Mitt Romney to be a fraudulent repackaging of Bill Clinton in Republican clothing without the hillbilly charm. I'm told that all candidates just tell me what I want to hear. When it gets down to it, they're all frauds. Are they?
Somehow, Barack Obama has made me believe that he is the real deal. We don't share the same philosophy on how to solve most problems – but he doesn't project the feeling that solving problems is just a stepping stone to his personal acquisition of power. I realize that in some sense it's unfair for me to compare Obama to Hillary, since there is a 0% chance that I would ever vote for her.
Somehow, Barack Obama has made me believe that he gets it.
This country needs a visionary. We've been too long without one. I hope that Barack Obama is it, because I already know that Clinton, McCain and Romney aren't.