I love you all

Yesterday was a beautiful day in Michigan. Temps in the 60s, sunny, the grass starting to green up and the soil starting to warm up... giving off that lovely, tantalizing "new earth" smell I love so much. I had to be ouside. It was too glorious out there to stay in here, amidst the angst and anger, the cruelty and catcalls, of the Clinton/Obama cage match.

The neighbor kids were out, too. They were LOUD! At first I felt irritated that they were "ruining" my nature-communing... but, then I realized they were doing the same thing, in their own way. They were just playing in the warm spring sun. Their shouts and squeals were the sound of HAPPY.

With that realization, my whole attitude changed.

So, I come in here today, and instead of seeing angst and anger, cruelty and catcalls, I see people who have set themselves apart from the plodding masses who trudge through their daily lives, who--if they notice the campaign at all--just briefly look up and say "Eh. Whatever." They don't think it matters, compared to paying the mortgage, feeding and clothing the kids, paying the doctor bills. And maybe, in the purest sense, their priorities aren't all that out of whack. But apathy won't make any of those things change for the better; it won't get them off the hampster wheel that the pubbies have put them on.

But you aren't apathetic. Oh, no. What I see here is PASSION. Yes, it's noisy and sometimes intimidating. Some of it is misleading or deceptive. I don't agree with some of what you say. I still cringe at some of the attacks, but...

Today, I love the "sound" (sight?) of your passion. All of it. The Obama supporters and the Clinton supporters. I encourage all of you to take it, and throw yourselves into making those plodding masses NOTICE--that it MATTERS what happens in this campaign. That it MATTERS who sits in the White House. It MATTERS who represents them in Congress. It MATTERS. And THEY matter.

Go tell them so. Shout it from the roof tops and the back yards. Shout it in forums. Shout it in church. Hell, shout it in the streets! (At least until the cops come).

Passion must be shared, or it turns inward and eats itself into a hollow shell of "if only" filled with bitterness and recrimination.

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(This post has no "ending" because YOU have to write the ending...)

So...

:cry:

Ok, letting it go now.