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I've been active with the Democratic party since I could vote. My first big presidential election who-ha was working for Micheal Dukakis. It was empowering and made me proud to be a Democrat. Lloyd Bentson stole my heart after that fabulous debate with Dan Quayle, but even as much as we worked for it, it didn't happen, so we waited...and then finally: Bill Clinton. As he tossed his hat in the ring and talked about a place called, "hope"...and hope we did--it paid off, until,
Monica and a hungry right wing ready to take him down.
As I watched in horror at the debacle Bill had made for himself and the country, my sympathy immediately went out to Hillary, along with many other supporters. We too, were mad as hell at Bill and felt betrayed, but mostly we felt for Hillary and how she must feel from such betrayal, but I continued to defend them tooth-n-nail, even at some very heated holiday dinners with some of my fundie in-laws.
When Hillary decided to run, my mother, a life-long Democrat, and I expressed worry that Hillary wouldn't be given a fair shot because of Bill's baggage, but she proved to be able to handle the criticism and I breathed a sigh of relief, until...
lately.
After this weekend, watching her scold Obama, as if he didn't have a right to run a campaign against her, I wonder if she realizes how this is turning people off? It was nauseating to watch. I keep trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, but all doubt is just about gone.
I live in Texas and have yet to vote. Up until now, I've been torn between loyalty and inspiration. There's something to be said for inspiration and new hope.
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