I’ve been following the campaigns obsessively for the past few weeks. Before that, I was cowering under the bed, as I usually do when I have to face other people’s bad news.
Yes, I have a lifelong allergy to bad news. It’s gotten so I rarely read the papers and insist my husband wears headphones when he watches the news.
But I gotta say: my husband had the headphones off a few nights ago when Obama was explaining why we need some kind of economic rescue bill ASAP; in calm, measured tones, and in detail. And I realized I was able to relax when Obama was talking about our troubles.
- When McCain talks, I hear an old white man demanding my vote.
- When Obama talks, I hear a wise man explaining how everything’s going to be all right.
I’m just sayin’.