Nothing says a young revolutionary has hit the soft underbelly of middle age as plans to vote for an incumbent. Out of principle the younger me would have surely voted for Ralph Nader a thousand times over Al Gore even if it meant eight years of George W. Bush, 9/11, and two needless, racist wars. Middle aged me would have to consider voting for Gore if for no other reason than it would have saved me from having to sit through Gore’s documentary, An Inconvenient Truth, a hundred thousand times when I was a substitute teacher.
In 2008 when I voted for Obama, my eyes grew moist. It felt historic. Not only because we were voting for a man as president who fifty years earlier could not drink from the same water fountain as his constituents, but because he seemed an intelligent man of integrity. It seemed like despite all evidence to the contrary our society was progressing.
Needless to say, I have been extremely disappointed with Obama’s first term. He did finally get us out of Iraq, but we’re still in Afghanistan (plus he’s running around bragging about killing Osama Bin Laden which seems in poor taste for someone who ran as a peace candidate). Supposedly he got us universal health care. But I thought he would stand up more against the gun lobby and big business, instead he put half of the people who ran the economy into the ground in his Cabinet.
I still have hope. Perhaps with no more reelection campaigns, Obama will reveal himself to be the Commie Pinko Fox News paints him as. He will make the rich pay their fair share in taxes. He will decriminalize drugs and criminalize guns. He will tell Israel and its neighbors to make peace or no more aid. He will at a dramatic press conference reveal himself to have been born in Kenya. He will create legislation that taxes people who don’t buy broccoli. He will sit next to Clint Eastwood and spew foul language at him.
With this audacity of hope Obama gets my vote.