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All I've got to say (aided by a couple of glasses of white wine) is that last Thursday I was more negative than Sartre at a Red Sox game (pre-2004) about the whole process. I begged my progressive family to turn the damn tv off so I wouldn't have to hear it. I was questioning whether 2008 would be the first year since I was able that I wouldn't vote. Then, Obama won, against all expectations. I didn't care at first. I was barely listening when he took the stage to deliver his "victory" speech. But sentence by sentence, I perked up. By the end of the speech, I was at full attention. Obama had won me over like guitar players woo college freshmen. I was hooked. I haven't heard such an affirming message of hope since I've been paying attention to politics (I worked as an underage Clinton aide in '96). I got excited. If Hillary would have inspired me, this might be a different letter. But, it was Obama. I want to see him through all the way to January 20, 2009... the day we all wake up from this nightmare and, bleary-eyed, stumble towards reformation.
