After more decades fighting in the political trenches than I care to admit, I’ve come to some state of political fatigue that I’ve only felt once before in all those decades: after the assassination of RKF.
Even the ‘typical white person‘ remark doesn’t get me riled or writing. It’s all just too damn much.
I have the text of Obama’s speech, done an extensive analysis and haven’t been able to write one gawddamn word. [If it’s read, rather than heard or seen, it’s an entirely different message. Try it.] Yet I can’t find a way to get my thoughts on paper. There’s some part of my soul that’s gone on writers overload.
On Feb. 5, 2008, I walked out of my polling place and felt something I had never felt before after voting: sadness…
Watching Senator Clinton fighting a misrepresented, yet very skilled, foe is worse than watching the coming bloodbath that will be the general election of 2008. I feel I am witnessing the attempted character assassination of Hillary Clinton.
I’m just sick of it. Sick of all of it. We deserve better. America deserves better.
Good night America, wherever you are…..