Autumn 2008 was a very busy time for me, as I am sure it was for many of you. I was walking blocks three nights a week for President Obama. I was never a romantic about my Presidential choice. I've never waxed rapturous as many of my friends and family did. I believed that in choosing Obama over Clinton, Democrats would at long last leave behind our namby pamby, trend-to-the-right finger in the wind way, and finally start acting like we had the courage of our convictions.
AS I said, I wasn't romantic. Just terminally naive I guess.
It comes down to this. WE were promised health care reform that will benefit everyone. Lowering the medicare age is great for you if you're 55. But I'm not. I won't be for twenty years. I have medical problems NOW.
This reform may be a good thing. It's just not good enough.
It's not enough to get me out the door on a Saturday morning, that's for sure.
So Autumn 2012, I don't know exactly what I'll be doing. I know what I won't be doing though. I won't be volunteering for rallies. I won't be fundraising. I won't be donating my own money. I won't be going door to door.
Not for Obama. Not for my Senator, Jeff Bingaman.
(My Rep, Martin Heinrich, is a different story. Hang tough Martin.)