There’s a bit of complaining going on.

Get over it. Obama is going to be president. And, as an extra added bonus, the republican isn’t.

I supported another candidate in the primary. In fact, I worked my tail off for that other candidate leading up to the February 5th primary.

A friend and colleague, he an enthusiastic supporter of Obama, asked me around that time, “With your opposition to the war, how could you support Hillary?” I mumbled something about pragmatism. What I really should have said is, “We should both be supporting Dennis Kucinich, going by our ideology. But we’ve already determined what each of us is, now we’re just haggling over the price.”

That being said, I’m thoroughly pleased that Barack Obama will be the 44th President of the United States. Note to our incompetent media: this won’t actually happen until January 20, 2009, so quit whining that he needs to do something this very instant about the current economic mess. Uh, dubya occupies the space until that day. You enabled him. It’s the world you helped create, so live in it like the rest of us.

I believe I was circumspect if I offered criticism of Barack Obama and/or his campaign during the primary process. What made me hesitant about getting on the bandwagon was the tenor of some of his “true believers”. Finally, I had to decide to let that go, given my constant mantra reaching back all the way into 2007, “candidates and campaigns are not responsible for, nor can they control their amateur fans.”

I had to let it go. It was difficult. Right after Hillary conceded we started getting fundraising calls from the Obama campaign. I’d calmly reply, “Call me back when Hillary is the vice-presidential nominee” then I’d hang up. I was always going to vote for the Democratic party nominee (pace Joe Lieberman, as if that was ever a possibility). There were other state and local campaigns to work on, too. I could expend my energy there. I wasn’t going to put a damn bumper sticker on my car, and I wasn’t going to put a yard sign in my yard, let alone join the “true believers” in phone banking. My spouse expressed the same sentiments.

The bumper sticker thing was easy, up until the last weeks before the election, because the local Democratic Party headquarters didn’t get its order in for over two months. They did finally get here. They’re still on my vehicle – triumphalism in the face of “the cult of the lost cause” is a good thing. The “hesitancy” over the yard sign went pretty quickly.

My spouse hates working the phones. In fact, when asked to do so for Hillary during the primaries she refused. Point blank. I hate working the phones. I hate going door to door.

In the final two months of the campaign we found ourselves at the local Obama campaign field office working the phones. My spouse became the volunteer supervisor for the GOTV phone bank. I worked the phones. I even went door to door, for God’s sake.


We’re Democrats. That’s what Democrats do. That, and the ugly alternative, four more years of the same, was too much of a horrific possibility to ponder.

One night as I was working the phones I pointed out to our Obama Campaign field organizer the irony of me, an Alaskan by birth, wearing my University of Arizona hoodie, making phone calls for Obama. He chuckled and replied, “You forgot to add that you supported Hillary in the primaries.”

Indeed I did.