Sunday, August 31, 2008
Ain't love a wonderful thing?
You know that slight feeling of breathlesness (the kind that doesn't make you reach for your inhaler), that feeling of floating on air, the stars that appear brighter, the views that appear more expansive? It must be love.
So...I know that conventions are well-orchestrated media events intended to rev up the base. Well, I am the base...and boy am I revved. Yes, I am in love...again...after a long time....with Barack Obama. I don't care about the emotionally manipulative messages, the grand montages, the roaring crowds in Denver...I've been had. By Obama.
The last time I felt this way was for Clinton....Bill...not Hillary.
So, join me as I swoon when I look at Barack. Eventually my cynical side will triumph and will show me what a gullible fool I am...but until then I will savor that moment of foolishness, I will nurture the flutter I feel inside. 'Cause I am a Obamaniac baby and I don't care who knows it!!!!