I've always remained an aloof observer and commentator on politics. It's a matter of preference that I have, perhaps, allowed to become a matter of personal pride. The crowds at rallies and marches, making phone calls to potential voters, fundraising, these are all things that I abhor personally.
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've lived through enough elections to have seen the GOP at their mendacious worst. I remember the Willie Horton ad when it was aired (and I was still naïve enough to think Dukakis was a viable candidate). I remember the Clinton revolution, and the stunned Republicans who hadn’t seen him coming. I remember Dole’s pitiful campaign, and Bush’s remarkably dishonest ones. But this campaign, McCain ‘08’s dishonorable, sleazey, race-baiting, lying, inveigling and obfuscating nightmare of a campaign, has finally forced me to do the unthinkable: volunteer.
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