While visiting my 95 year old grandmother this afternoon, she asked for help filling out her Illinois absentee ballot for the upcoming March 15th primary. Age may have taken a toll on the body, but her mind remains sharp. I asked who she’d like to vote for, and emphatically she declared “Ernie Matters!”
I had mentioned a devotion to Bernie last summer after the Madison, Wisconsin rally my daughter and I attended, but not since. Her developing passion is completely her own. What she hears from the television must sound like Charlie Brown’s teachers, but good souls recognize each other quickly.
So nana is feeling the Ern, and her vote was just cast.
If this president thing doesn’t work out, Ernie Matters is a fantastic porn name.