I just got back from the polling station on this beautiful sunny warm Tuesday in rural Michigan and I almost made a terrible mistake. I almost voted for Obama. I was sorely sorely tempted to, I really wanted to. The fact is I genuinely, sincerely think Obama would make a great president. Someday. But Obama just isn't ready to be President. Obama needs a lot more experience. Sure Obama has brains, good looks, communicative talent and a way of making a real connection with people. But I think Obama won't be ready for another 8 years. Then, and only then will I feel comfortable voting for Obama.
It would have been so easy to do, and I almost did it. Almost wrote in "Michelle Obama." But like I say, I think she's just not ready yet, maybe in 8 years. In the meantime, I voted for her husband, so she could get some experience hanging around the White House, meeting heads of state, learning the ropes.
In a tiny rural, traditionally Republican (all the local races were unopposed Republicans, some of whom I felt comfortable voting for because they are my neighbours and friends and I know they'll do a fine job as clerk, Twp. supervisor, Twp trustee, etc) of about 700 voters I was the 253rd. The poll workers have never seen such large numbers and we are all set to set new records. The only lawn signs or bumper stickers I have seen around, and there are few, have been for Obama. I think there is a general attitude, despite Republican traditions here, of "throw the bastards out." Two losing wars, another Great Depression, no jobs, and the humiliating insult of Sarah Palin all conspire to make it look like the impossible is going to happen: my Twp is going to go Obama. Carl Levin is of course a shoe in as well.
And so, I will continue cooking my ribs, doing my laundry, having a bike ride, maybe a row on my little pond, enjoy the sunny warm weather, take a nice long hot shower and then head out to work at 4. Probably pay the electric bill on the way. Maybe harvest some collards and brussel sprouts and kale before I head off. Not really a very remarkable day, just a pelasant one. Oh, and for the first time in my life I voted for someone I wanted to see as president. Or at least, someone who's married to someone I really want to see as president. Close enough.
Now, if you haven't voted yet, I want you to go and do it.
I apologize for this silly useless diary, but damn I feel good.