"One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other"

So Wednesday night Hillary Clinton came to San Antonio. I am not a Hillary fan, yet I couldn't pass up the opportunity to be in on the action. So Sally, Morzy and I ventured down to that south side of town "In an effort to educate ourselves and be a part of history in the making...braved the westside streets of San Antonio, uncomfortably drove through a throng of protesters with pictures of aborted babies[giving our acknowledgment that we were on their side], strutted our stuff by the press hoping to get interviewed, and cut in line in front of a fraternity of college kids that were just happy not to be carrying a baby--all to see Hillary Clinton in person"(Sally's blog)

It was a strange feeling being there. I was anxious to share my opinion and rose out of my seat and "cheered wildly-- to the consternation of all around --when one of the pre-Hillary speakers asked if there were any Republicans in the house!"(Sally)

The introducers "would get everyone excited and cheering, so as to let Hillary know that 'Texas is Clinton Country' and then nothing would happen. After about 23 times of the roaring excitement ending in disillusionment, her real entrance was a bit anti-climatic."(Sally)

I'll spare you the details of what she said. If you've watched her on TV at all, you've heard it.



Most of it I disagreed with, some sounded nice but has slim chance of coming to fruition. She was very political, playing to her different audience of voters. While I don't think she is evil(or at least I hardly know her well enough to decide that) I was even more convinced that she wouldn't lead the country in the direction I hope for.
Kamorah and I were on the same page with Clinton's speach, bored.

It was a bit of a conflicting feeling being there. At one point Hillary looked at me, Kamorah now asleep on my hip, and I know we made eye contact. Do you think she could've sensed my disagreance?


I must've stuck out, non-hispanic young gal with the only baby in the room, not smiling or nodding like everyone else, obviously unimpressed. While I felt like I was a cougar fan in a sea of Utes, I was filled with a sense of gratitude for the system. We live in a true democracy. A country that honors the gift and MIRACLE OF AGENCY with all it's accompanying benefits or downfalls. I felt the sense of how differently people think. What may seems so obvious to one person, another is oblivious to. And yet how similar we are. Sincerely concerned for our future and the direction of the country. Unexpectedly, I felt a bit happy for those enthusiasts that have found a voice in Hillary. No matter how much I may disagree with them. Again unfortunate for myself that the political voice I found to represent my views is no longer available. (Can we put our cards back in, shuffle and re-draw?). And even in the bleak alternatives, I have hope in America. Hope in the people.

I was happy when she was done talking. We lingered, taking it all in, hoping again that some media type might want to talk with a few "non-believers". One reporter did, but mostly just because she thought Kamorah was cute.

For now, I'm unfavorably voting McCain, although I am convinced Obama will win.

And I happily exercise my agency, thankful to live in a land where I can make my decisions for myself.