I knew this day would come..

..the day I had a hard time continuing to defend my support of Hillary Clinton. I still support her, because I think outside of all the games she would be the more effective candidate-- like the crappy but sensible boyfriend your mom wants you to date, instead of the dashing and suave Obama. Oh well, I think due to several factors (a few of them out of the control of the Clinton Camp) this thing is pretty much sewn up by the Barack Star. I hope the man knows what he's talking about, cuz he sure *loves* to talk...

... just a little something I guess he has in common with MISTER Clinton.

Potomac Primary

I'm writing this to you, dear reader-- which means, I'm just writing it for myself. Like many people, I'm not sure what I think until I see what I say. So here goes...

I feel kind of sick today, the way you feel sick when your dreams die. The way some men feel when their team loses the championship game. The way you feel when your heart is in something, and your heart gets somehow broken.

But I can't fault Obama for breaking my heart. Instead, I will fault a significant handful of Obama supporters, who are making me feel sick about being registered Democratic instead of Independent. I thought with two incredibly strong candidates on our hands, we'd be a force to be reckoned with.. instead, we are sort of tearing ourselves apart, aren't we?