As I’ve pointed out, time and again, I’m not from a demographic that counts for much, been, as it is, rather small, thanks to an unfortunate series of events overseas.
And, as you’ve probably guessed, I’m voting for Obama on Tuesday. It’s not because I think Clinton would be a bad president. I think she’ll be a fine president. If she gets the votes and is in the general election, I’ll happily vote for her, dancing and in-your-facing included.
But I can’t lend her my support this early for one reason–I think it would be terrible for the country to have the presidency in the hands of two families (or near the hands of said families) since 1980. Since I was six years old, we’ve either had a Bush or Clinton living in the White House or next in line to live in the White House. That’s no way to run a healthy democracy.
It so happens that I believe that keeping the Republicans in power would be worse, but that’s why I’m not yet on the Clinton bus.
I like Obama, but Kennedy was eleven years dead when I was born. Even Robert was in the grave. I have no living memory of what it was like when they were alive. I believe that the country was much different back then, that it seemed full of promise, and that people who remember the Kennedys do feel like something’s been lost.
And so I understand, after listening to Obama speak, why, for them, he would resonate in that way. But it doesn’t resonate for me that way.
Unbridled optimism and enthusiasm for a candidate makes me nervous. I hear it in people’s voices and I feel like we’re rushing headlong without remembering that, at the end of the day, he’s just a man.