You've lost every bit of optimism? Welcome to America.
I lost every bit of optimism time and time again since I first lost it when I was a little kid, when the civil rights movement turned into urban violence. I lost every bit of optimism when the antiwar movement turned to 4 dead at Kent State at O-hi-o when I was a teenager
And I lost every bit of optimism again when the joy and freedom of gay liberation turned into a nightmare of a disease that killed so many of my beautiful and talented friends, a disease no one cared about--not the media, not the politicians, not the tsk-tsk'ing straight people around me.
I'm sorry you lost every bit of your optimism, but I can tell you something, because I'm old and still optimistic, it grows back, stronger--if you allow it to.
I honor the optimism Obama engendered--and he may still be the nominee and even the president--but I never trusted it, because it was a bubble, built on hope and hype.
Politics isn't decided by polls and trends and media pundits. It's decided by millions of individuals in the privacy of voting booths.
And that's something that grows back my optimism, election after election after election, even when everyone seems to be voting the wrong way.
There's always the next election...
Updated On: 3/5/08 at 01:20 AM