Back when Hillary looked like the front runner, I stated loudly and publicly on the forums I inhabit that I would stay home rather than vote for McCain ( who I dubbed Capn' Queeg ) or any of those other tired, old Republican retreads.
Then Obama came along, and he sounded- at first-- not alarming.
But when I saw the eerie, quasi- religious fanaticism of his supporters, I started getting worried- they were kooks.
So, I decided to hold my nose and vote for The Capn' regardless, but I did not like it a bit-- it felt like BobDole! BobDole! All over again.
Now Miss Emily and I have been married almost 25 years, and in all that time I have never been able to get her to vote, protest, or show any interest in politics- she was a Goldwater Girl ( the real thing, not the phony Hillary type ) who turned into a Democrat after college at a liberal arts school, and becoming a union member.
When Sarah was introduced, she actually stood up, and yelled “I want to vote for that woman!” ( And for what little it's worth, I'd been aware of Sarah for some time, and hoped against hope she'd get the VP nomination )
And she campaigned tirelessly for her, and that, err, the white-haired guy...
And threw up all night after it became apparent that the Kenyan/Indonesian/Whateverian Usurper had it in the bag.
I don't know if it's enough to win an election, but there is a base of people like my wife- atypical, drawn to a new face with basically good ideas, who isn't part of that ghastly beltway Good Old Boy network of power-happy thieves.
