Pulling The Trigger

(I seem to be using gun metaphors quite a bit lately) Perhaps a more accurate title would have been “pressed the button.”

Yesterday, after a meeting in Springfield, I went to vote.  Yup, Edwards decision to drop out finally freed me to pick between two excellent candidates, instead of three.  In the end, I picked Barack Obama.  The deciding factor for me was his stint as a constitutional law professor.  I’m convinced that neither the economy nor the war on terra will matter much if we don’t protect ourselves from those that would seek to gain or keep power by invading our privacy.

I hung on to the hope that Edwards would somehow be able to continue his campaign, even though it was clear that he wasn’t going to be the nominee.  I wanted the issue of workers rights to continue to receive national attention.

The saddest day of my entire life as a U.S. citizen wasn’t 9/11, or JFK’s assassination, or the Oklahoma City bombing.  It was our Government’s criminal indifference to those people stranded in New Orleans after hurricane Katrina.  No one besides John Edwards is talking about it.  I can tell  you that after a year of campaigning, I haven’t heard Barack Obama or Hillary Clinton say that their administrations would never again let that happen.

So, tonight I head to an Obama meeting, where presumably I’ll be told what I can do to help.