Hell, I could get excited about voting for him, and the last person I could have gotten excited about voting for was Jimmy Cater. Unfortunately, I was quite a bit too young to vote then. (I know, Í’m funny that way - I want to respect mypoliticians as complete human beings before I can get enthusiastic about voting for them.)
Obama kicked butt tonight. I could totally see him in the White House someday.
Unfortunately, I have this odd and inexplicable sense of foreboding that he won’t live that long. I don’t know why, and I hope I’m wrong. But every time his left temple pulsed when he was speaking tonight, I visualized a bullet hole. I wish I could stop doing it; it’s going to give me nightmares.