Humbled and heartfelt, I assure you, I need to thank the multitude of people who were immeasurably helpful in innumerable ways as I journeyed to NYC this past week. I arrived home safely only moments ago, and thought of little else as I traveled. As I ran the long list of kossacks (and the many other bloggers in New York last week), teh folks at the Tank, candidates, progressive organizations, protesters, regular New Yorkers and more than a few NYPD through my mind today, I realized I could never hope to name them all. You know who you are. (This would have been a diary, but I wanted to make sure you all saw it. If you don't like it, tough shit.)
If the convention illustrated anything to me it was the deep divide that tears the landscape between Americans. We all know this. We've seen it a million times for many years. We discuss it incessantly. The hatred and fear-mongering displayed by the other side as they co-opt the great American tragedy of our lifetimes in order to propel their own dangerous and misguided agenda is both awesome and frightening. We can't let them win, and we won't, because while they desire power, we desire freedom. Our forefathers had the incredible foresight to put a system in place that will see these people undone, Pier 57 or no Pier 57.
Anyway, I'm gonna go get my daughter now, and I'm going to give her a big hug, a "New York Princess" tee shirt, and a snow globe with Miss Liberty inside.
GOTV