Life in the Land of Dreamy Dreams

So today’s the Louisiana primary. We weren’t supposed to matter- we never matter. I’ve never actually lived in a state where, from a primary standpoint, the game wasn’t over by the time it was our turn.

We had a very civic-minded day, actually. First it was Alison’s mock-trial scrimmage at the big courthouse on Poydras. Since it’s essentially a big argument, she did all too well, natch.

It was from there to the polling place, where I had a little crisis of confidence. I really REALLY wanted to vote for Hillary. Months ago, anyway. You know…before.

Before all the sort of iffy, racial sounding comments. Before the nastiness. Before her husband went off the frigging rails, fer godsakes! Bill! Dude! Suck it up! Your wife managed to hold it together in public when you couldn’t button your fly- try looking like an ex-president and not like a petulant snot whydontcha?!

I considered going down to listen to him speak yesterday, cause, well, you know how it is. Every time I hear Bush speaking I sigh wistfully and think about what it was like when we had a president who was…oh…I don’t know…coherent, for a start.  Seeing this new and not-so-improved Bill is just sad.

Plus, when I read the coverage of the event, it’s clear where this region’s vote is going anyway. Obama had a 500 person overflow at his event. Bill/Hill couldn’t fill the place. She didn’t even show up, just sent him, and he got kinda pissy. Said we ‘owed’ her, so we’d better pay up.

That was the nail in the coffin. I was about 95% sure I was pushing the Obama button, but that did it. Still feels a little like I broke up with the Clintons. Sorry, guys, I guess I just need some space.

 The scarier thing was that there was a short column in the paper about how Huckabee could take the other side of the aisle. That man scares the bejabbers out of me.

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