Ragnar and I saw Barack Obama speak in a humid elementary school auditorium in Keene, New Hampshire. He had his sleeves rolled up, and there was a very old fashioned air about the whole thing. They also bought him an obviously bigger wedding band, and detailed him with at least ten secret service guys. I felt mildly inspired by what he was saying and yet left feeling like he has no idea what he's in for. I guess we'll see. I like that he seemed self-doubting and that I can tell he likes to hang out and drink beers with his speechwriters, but I also think he might get to the white house, wake up and think "holy shit." But hey, can we do any worse than we are now? I'd take all of the candidates, throw em in a sack with a bunch of wild cats, and then pull out any one of them and be happy.
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hmmm... i didn't even notice that there was a comment function on here before...interesting... okay, now i'll go read your blog.
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