Maybe it’s not that bad after all.
On the other hand, I’m really, seriously angry about the choice of Rev. Rick Warren for the Inauguration. There’s no justification for giving this homophobe the national spotlight for even a moment.
And, I’m still angry about the nomination of Hillary Clinton for SOS. Her hawkish foreign policy as a Democratic primary candidate and her voting record as a Senator are cause for serious alarm in my opinion.
My anger is unabated. I’d take great pleasure in seeing one of Stephen Colbert’s screaming eagles go for the jugular of Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rove and, well, the whole damned Bush administration.
I have a right to be angry. I also have a duty to acknowledge my bifurcated brain that understood while one part of me wanted (and still does) Republican blood running in the streets ~ the other part of me knew Barack Obama was not the candidate who would break down the doors and parade Washington with W’s head on a pike.
And, neither would Clinton, or even my first choice during the primaries, John Edwards.
If, like me, you watched all the televised year-end recaps of the 2008 election, you were likely just as taken by the rousing oratory of candidate Obama the second or third time around, as you were the first.
The thing is, I want to be inspired by language. I want to be inspired by someone who I believe is smarter than me, more forgiving than me, even though I won’t always agree with his policies or understand his actions. My bifurcated brain is capable of holding disparate emotions and varying viewpoints at the same time.
I regret, no, I hate the choice of Rick Warren, but I don’t for a moment put this decision into the same category as Bill Clinton’s failure to allow gays to be openly gay while serving in the military.
Obama may make similarly poor judgements, and he will certainly make decisions with which I disagree. He will also continue to inspire with language, intelligence and temperament.
I can’t wait.