So, the coronation of Queen Hillary ensues this evening. The speeches in support of her have been magnificent and stirring. Barack Obama has proved himself to be a man of great character and a president of historical import. His speech last night was merely the latest bit of evidence of that.
Aw, hell, let’s bathe in the warm glow of his words once again, shall we:
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I’m almost as pumped about the Hillary nom as I was when BHO himself was crowned the Dem leader in 2008. The difference is, a woman president has seemed an inevitability for years now. For pity’s sake, back in 2007 or so, the idea of a black President of the United States was a ludicrous fantasy. Or so I thought.
Anyway, Hill now goes on to protect the world from a Trump presidency, which would be the death knell of the democratic (small D) dream.
Our intrepid correspondent, Indiana Congressional 9th District delegate Cathi Crabtree has been running herself ragged at the convention. The TV eye has caught her a few times, demonstrating from her seat. For instance, she was espied waving a “Love Trumps Hate” placard by the camera just as former astronaut Mark Kelly intro’d his wife, gunshot victim and former Congressperson Gabby Giffords, last night.
PBS Catches Cathi Crabtree In Motion
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Here’s her report, filed at 8:00am today:
I’m running on little sleep so I hope this is somewhat coherent.
From last night: Too many amazing things happening. I was unable to keep up with the tweeting. One thing after another.
I just have to say I’m so over the “Bernie or Bust” folks. Do they want to be part of the party or not? The disrespect shown to speakers was very frustrating for me. If that happens tonight I will be really pissed.
A FB post from a [real life] friend: “Even though I have opposing political views from my classmate Cathi Crabtree, I have thoroughly enjoyed her posts from the Democratic National Convention. I am glad she is having such a wonderful experience. Congratulations, Cathi, on being a delegate for “the Dark Side” (lol).
I received this message from another friend (and crying once again because it’s so sweet): “The first time I met you I knew there was something special about you. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. [My friend] and I both talk about how much we love you because you’re so sweet and respectful and full of life. Seeing all your posts lately, I can now put my finger on why you are so special. You are just an amazing human being who loves and respects all. I’m so proud of you for what you are doing for this country. Your every post makes me know there is hope!”