Keeping up with the odd man out.
As noted below, I am one of the people that felt compelled to send Dodd some cash.
Hey, “frontrunners”, here’s a hint: You show us some balls, some spine, and some leadership, and we’ll show you some cash and some boots for the ground.
Senator Chris Dodd just catapulted himself into a tie for first in my mental “who’s my candidate” games. How, you ask?
And, in some ways, he’s ahead of my previous “frontrunner”, John Edwards, because I just contributed $25 to his campaign for this stand.
Actions, not words. (hey, obama, are you listening?)
New torture revelations. Endless series of “will you please cooperate with us in our investigation of you? pretty please? We’ll give you a backrub while we ask you softball questions, oh please?” investigations from a cowardly bunch of insiders in the democratic leadership. Total apathy from the country. Mediocre insiders at the top of the democratic primary. Apparently no way I can bring pressure against my worthless, feckless, head in the sand representative. Wal-marts and concrete factories popping up all over the town where I live. And in the midst of all this, my co-workers, the best window onto the everyday American I have are talking about…sports.
When the democrats crushed the republicans in january, I had hope. All kinds of hope. When Barbara Boxer told Inhofe “elections have consequences”, I thrilled to watch.
But then they started with the weakness. First they didn’t enforce their powers. They let bush get by with more stuff. Then they started with the capitulations. WHAT IS GOING ON????
I’m getting to where I want out of this country, again. What happened to being the beacon of light? We’re practically the new evil empire.
In old movies, weren’t brave Americans the ones being tortured by foul enemies? Now we have jack bauer, and our audiences cheer as we torture them.
Can’t…take it. Someone give me some hope.
