I've been trying not to talk politics too much here, but I can't
help commenting today. It's with a little bit of sadness that I
hear about Howard Dean's [inevitable] dropping out of the race.
Ever since I first heard him speak in the West Village last spring,
I felt he really was the only candidate whom I didn't simply see
as the "lesser evil," particularly back then after the
war had just started. Contrary to article after miserable article,
six o'clock news story after six o'clock news story, it wasn't just
his "anger" that I related to -- he offered a vision that
jived with me: a pragmatic plan for getting health care for everybody,
commonsense fiscal policy, even support for civil unions.
But even though I personally liked Dean, I think I always knew
the rest of the country wasn't ready for him. I guess that's where
the sadness comes in, because it underscores that, even though I've
felt politically in sync with the last three places I've lived --
Cambridge, Western Massachusetts, and New York -- my views are wildly
out of step with the rest of the country's.
So instead of feeling like I'm voting for something, it's back
to rooting against, with two safe and pretty candidates who vote
in safe ways and don't yell into microphones.
Well, it was fun while it lasted.