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I'm afraid to love him

...but it might be too late.

Have you seen this Barack Obama speech from Berlin?



Damn, the man can orate.

Since he announced his candidacy, I've been resisting the Obamamania. I really, really wanted to see Hillary in the White House, for many reasons, but mostly because the thought of a woman President just gives me chills. But, alas, we will have to wait for that.

I still am not convinced that Obama is ready for this big job. But wouldn't it be nice if he could deliver the change and hope of which he speaks so eloquently? Every time I stand in line at Shoprite and marvel at the expense of milk and every time I drive by Gulf and vomit at the expense of gas, I think, maybe...maybe in just a few short months this knot in my stomach will dissipate.

But I'm afraid to get my hopes too high. I'm afraid to love him. I'm afraid that this time around, if I'm too invested in this candidate, the disappointment on November 5 would be much more than I can handle. (Oh, Lord, remember that Day After in 2004? What pain!)

I should probably stay away from speeches like this one, or the hope will start to rise again.

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