Obama hasn’t gotten me excited yet. I wish he had. And I hope he does, because I truly want to be excited about the Democratic nominee.
I just can’t help it if I feel that he pales in comparison to the ethics, morality and intelligence of my first choice for the past two presidential elections, Dennis Kucinich.
But I know I would feel better if I could find something about Obama's campaign to really feel good about. It’s not that I think he wouldn’t make a good president. I'm sure he will. Lawd knows, things can only get better from where we are now—there are some advantages to following the worst president in history. And I believe it’s high time that a person of color sat in the Oval Office.
But I just can’t help it if my soul isn’t thrilled to pieces, yet.
Even finding out that I am probably related to Obama didn’t set off any fireworks for me. But as my dad quipped nonchalantly, our family is probably related to everyone, by now.
Like my own grandmother, Obama’s grandmother is a Payne. Her lineage goes back to Virginia, at about the same time that my ancestors, John and Mary Payne lived there. John and Mary were the parents of First Lady Dolley Payne Todd Madison. So, of far more importance than my possible genealogical connection to Obama, is the intriguing possibility that he may be related to a former First Lady.
I guess I could talk myself into getting more interested in Michelle as First Lady. I really like her intelligence and her attitude, and she'd be a breath of fresh air compared to her stuffy predecessor.
I am enthused about having kids in the White House, and the effect that the youthful energy of Obama’s daughters could have on healing the nation. And whether Obama or McCain claims the Oval Office, there will be at least one child of color living in the White House, and that will be a refreshing change.
And I could get excited about Obama’s choice for V.P., depending on whom he selects.
I’m so profoundly disappointed in Hillary that the possibility of having her on the Obama ticket is horrifying. I used to like Bill a lot, and cared not a whit about his blue dresses and cigars. But since all the mud slinging between the Clintons and Obama, ole’ Bill has dropped down a considerable number of notches, in my view.
I suppose that Joe Biden or Chris Dodd or Chuck Hagel would be fine, they just wouldn’t light my fire.
And while I haven’t seen her name mentioned, I could get excited about Congresswoman Maxine Waters as VP. But I don’t think this country is ready for an all African-American ticket, yet.
What little research I’ve done on Gov. Kathleen Sevelius has me intrigued, so I guess, if forced to choose, she’d be my pick of the litter.
I do absolutely love the idea of a woman VP, and I don’t mean just a person with a woman’s body. Condi Rice qualifies for that, and so does Hillary, but where’s the heart?
What I want is a REAL woman for VP. One with charisma, intelligence, vision, and compassion, along with strong, feminine wisdom.
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