Well,___ and I got a wee bit carried away tonight, perhaps. I'm a stoic Iowan type, despite the fact that NYC whirls around me like a centrifuge (sp?). ____ lives next to that building that some NYCers may know was crushed utterly by a collapsing crane recently, killing 7 people tragically, unnecessarily, horribly, disgustingly (unchecked development and gentrification and ritzification of Manhattan; vile). Not because that building has fallen, but because ____ has always had a clear view from her terrace of 2nd Ave all along. And from that terrance we mounted an Obama "yard" sign tonight, belatedly, we admit. Let me tell you, it will be seen by 1,000's over the course of any given day from here on out.
Okay, ___ often works for a Hillary supporter (but perhaps secretly a reluctant one), so we keep her name secret.
Sorry, no real bod to this diary, because I can't figure out how to get photos off off ___'s cell phone where we wanted to post a pic of the Obama sign being seen by dozens of folks eating outside along 2nd Ave. (E 50's) restauant.
Okay, she and I are both by our essence commanded to same-sex sexual attraction (The horror!), so we're concerned about Obama's LGBT [sometimes seemingly lack of] support, yet realize that we're representatives of the margin of victory in some some states (despite the press' silence about that fact). We're big Obama folks; we know Hillary has been there for us in NYS and NYC, and Obama needs to "put up" after he's elected and do so in a SIGNIFICANT way. And if he doesn't, fuck him.
And to her credit, ___ was an Obama person long before I was, I must confess. Of the big three Demo-crypt-phomo-tolerantes/public-homophodes, I preferred Edwards.
So, here's a toast--a CHEERS, Bill--to OBAMA. God I want him to be President, and God I want him to not fuck it up.