This is a good night. It may not feel that great for you now. I know. I was there once. In 2004, I penned what has to be, in retrospect, one of my worst rambles ever, and epically embarrassing 3000 or so words on what it felt like to be punched in the balls by a primary after Howard Dean lost Wisconsin.
Long story (seriously long!) short: It hurt.
But I mostly got over it. I rode the Kerry train pretty hard.
November was a different story. This post from the morning after W’s re-election is even more awful. I should have deleted it years ago.
That me, the me of November 2004, the me who got crushed by the primary and devastated by the general, that me would not have believed tonight possible. The 2004 me would not have believed that the 2016 me would be tearing up a bit as he watched the Democratic Party nominate a woman who will win, following on the heels of two terms of the first African American president ever, also a Democrat. That we’d have made massive strides forward on so many progressive issues and that we’d come close to nominating an honest-to-jebus self-described socialist. That we would nominate a real liberal who can continue the progress.
Hillary Clinton is a million miles to the left of 2004’s John Kerry and Howard Dean and even John Edwards, in no small part because Obama pushed the envelope and Sanders pushed Clinton.
This will be a clear-cut election. Not necessarily an easy one–Donald Trump may be a fucking clown but he has tapped into a dangerous vein, the last gasp of the straight white man who thought he would always come out on top. We have to beat that man (and those men). Even if you feel like penning a 3000-word apologia for Bernie Sanders right now, fine; but when you’re done, Hillary Clinton needs your help to take that bastard down.
Tonight is a good night.