Democratic Pride
Last night, John Kerry made me proud to call myself a Democrat. Even more importantly, Kerry made me proud to call myself an American.
The sad part is that I haven't felt that way lately. While trapped in this desert that we have come to know as the Second Bush Years, I have found myself more often than not ashamed of my country, even a bit angry at it. When you think about Abu Ghraib, and the Joseph Wilson/Niger forgery fiasco, and Colin Powell feeding misinformation to the UN, and the thousand coffins coming back from Iraq that Bush won't even acknowledge, and Tom DeLay and his boys voting to repeal every handgun regulation in the District of Columbia, and on and on -- how can you feel otherwise?
But not last night. John Kerry stood up there looking and sounding like Lincoln himself, telling truth after truth until even the most outrageous right-wingers on Fox News had trouble covering up for Bush anymore. It was like a cold splash of water in the face, a reminder that there is another America out there. It's the America that John Kerry is fighting for, and he reminded us that it's worth fighting for, and that the fight is far from over.
It's very easy to become impatient and disillusioned with the Democratic Party. So often they seem too cautious, too willing to compromise. But remember one thing: the Democratic Party is the only thing standing between us and -- God knows what. On second thought, I do know what -- remember those pictures of Abu Ghraib?
John Kerry is out there fighting for our America twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. And it's almost impossible to imagine what he's up against: trying to get out the truth in the face of an opponent with unlimited resources and a willingness to do or say anything to win and a news media that is at best obtuse and at worst despicable.
Last night, John Kerry showed us that he will not let us down. We cannot let him down. Let's get off our tails and win this damn thing!
The sad part is that I haven't felt that way lately. While trapped in this desert that we have come to know as the Second Bush Years, I have found myself more often than not ashamed of my country, even a bit angry at it. When you think about Abu Ghraib, and the Joseph Wilson/Niger forgery fiasco, and Colin Powell feeding misinformation to the UN, and the thousand coffins coming back from Iraq that Bush won't even acknowledge, and Tom DeLay and his boys voting to repeal every handgun regulation in the District of Columbia, and on and on -- how can you feel otherwise?
But not last night. John Kerry stood up there looking and sounding like Lincoln himself, telling truth after truth until even the most outrageous right-wingers on Fox News had trouble covering up for Bush anymore. It was like a cold splash of water in the face, a reminder that there is another America out there. It's the America that John Kerry is fighting for, and he reminded us that it's worth fighting for, and that the fight is far from over.
It's very easy to become impatient and disillusioned with the Democratic Party. So often they seem too cautious, too willing to compromise. But remember one thing: the Democratic Party is the only thing standing between us and -- God knows what. On second thought, I do know what -- remember those pictures of Abu Ghraib?
John Kerry is out there fighting for our America twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. And it's almost impossible to imagine what he's up against: trying to get out the truth in the face of an opponent with unlimited resources and a willingness to do or say anything to win and a news media that is at best obtuse and at worst despicable.
Last night, John Kerry showed us that he will not let us down. We cannot let him down. Let's get off our tails and win this damn thing!
posted by democratic core at 2:22 PM
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