Obama Biden USA

The Reluctant Enthusiast

This Saturday morning, after a 1 AM super-secret TXT message from Barack, he sent me this little email note asking for yet another favor (and of course another donation!):

Barbara –
I have some important news that I want to make official.
I’ve chosen Joe Biden to be my running mate.
Joe and I will appear for the first time as running mates this afternoon in Springfield, Illinois — the same place this campaign began more than 19 months ago.
I’m excited about hitting the campaign trail with Joe, but the two of us can’t do this alone. We need your help to keep building this movement for change.
Please let Joe know that you’re glad he’s part of our team. Share your personal welcome note and we’ll make sure he gets it:
http://my.barackobama.com/welcomejoe
Thanks for your support,
Barack

I didn’t receive the note until I returned home that evening. Did it ever occur to Barack that, after waiting up into the wee hours for his secret TXT message, then needing to be wide awake and reasonably sharp a few hours later to do his bidding, it might be a bit much to assume I would check my email? As usual, Barack needs instant gratification so he sent the the exact same ‘personal note’ to THE HUSBAND. Did I deserve to be punished for volunteering for a 9 AM “Calling 4 Obama” phone bank shift? Punished further I should say, as we were calling Republicans in Nevada (don’t even get me going on that bit of torture). I had suspected the ever impatient Barack of at least two-timing me (for all I know there are millions doing his bidding) but to make me a cuckquean to my cuckold is beyond measure. Does he even know or care that THE HUSBAND was a bit of fence-straddler in the early going?  Probably. Sometimes I think what Barack really loves is the challenge of snaring the hard-to-get.

THE HUSBAND, as usual, is feeling guilty, spending the day as he does all of his days, NOT doing any favors for Barack, except to avert his eyes while I do. For some reason today, perhaps because he doesn’t have to leave the yard, he decides to step-up and answer Barack’s request to ‘Welcome Joe!’. This is what he wrote:

Supports the Yard Sign without reservation!

Good choice. Smart choice. Confident choice. Now nail it. Times are
tough. The choices are stark. It is not the moment for pussy-footing
equivocation. McCain is the latest incarnation of the evil downside of this
nation, the party he represents needs to be rooted out of our collective
soul and reformed to a renewed set of ideals. Obama/Biden can do this, but
it won’t be done by appeasing the dark side. We need to be bi-partisan, but
we cannot cooperate with failed policies and selfish, self-aggrandizing
goals. No more FISA backslides. No more conditions on the ground. Defend
the principles of our Constitution and get out of Iraq. Then education,
education, education. Reverse the attack on the intelligence of the
electorate begun by Ronald Reagan, and return America to innovative
excellence. With a smart, thinking, educated electorate we won’t have to
worry about future Bush/Roves, they will be brushed aside as Goldwater was.
The people will get what they deserve only if they are smart enough to know
what it is. In electing Barack/Biden as a repudiation of every single fact,
policy, appointment, act and instinct of the Bush administration we are not
only saving the future of the Democratic party and the United States of
America we will also save the Republican party from itself. Attack and
expose. The truth is our sword. Honesty is our shield.

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Okay, I really could not have done better if I had spent all day trying, so I’ll swallow my pride and share the men. While T.H. welcomed Joe, you can tell his address was to impress You-Know-Who. I can smell a little passion, but I can be certain of a couple of things when it comes THE HUSBAND. Not only will he not leave the yard, but he won’t take out his wallet. He thinks he’s too cool to campaign, he wants it to look like his eyes are averted, which is why the above note is a strikingly unusual action. Normally, he just likes to watch.

Happy Birthday to you, man. What a year. Seems like 3 years since last August, and 2 years since Iowa doesn’t it?

You sure know how to do things right. I completely understand why this is your year. You’re not coming back for 2012 if 2008 doesn’t work out, are you? ‘The fierce urgency of now’ is more than a politically correct quote by a great leader. You’re our back-door man. You’ve got to slip in without being seen.

For your stance on the Iraq War, they let you be a stand-in at rehearsal. None imagined you’d make it to the big dance, and they handed you a dance card pre-filled with trouble and woe that no one would wish on their worst enemy. Still, they are convinced you are blindly ambitious. For what I wonder, could you possibly be ambitious, other than to go down as a great leader? I want nothing less than a great leader as well. What am I missing?

Your so-called ’soaring rhetoric’ is practical and, yes, very soaring. What’s wrong with that? I have been living your ‘platitudes’ and I know they are words to live by. I am a better person for being careful to only speak positively about you, rather than in contrast to a negative in our opponent. Win or lose, you have taught me by example and clear articulation, allowing me to test the message for myself.

From many of us, you have asked exactly what we wanted to be asked. That is, simply to be asked. And how you work us! When you say it’s not about you, of course, the world scoffs. But, I know that you are about us.

E Pluribus Unum. You’ve had it right since you diagnosed it in 2004, doctor. Why are we so divided? It was/is a strategy to win 51% of the vote at the expense of the 49% who later gain many of the 51 when they realize they’ve been used to win, by any means. We’ve been had, all of us, and they’ll do it again.

You’ve got more cheeks than a porcupine has quills. I admire your way. Your mother would be swelling with pride. Happy Birthday Senator. I hope next year I’ll be typing a different title, but you’ll always be a gift to me.

Leos rule.