Typical Mentally Weak Liberal

Let me preface this by saying I was brought up your typical lower middle class emotionally bankrupt boy. When I say emotionally bankrupt, I mean I was expected to tough everything out and not cry. After all “There is no crying in baseball.”, or life for that matter.
It is 4:00 in the morning on Aug . 10th. I am sitting at my in-laws kitchen table writing to you as to why I am doing this. (Who is this great YOU I am writing to anyway. Is it myself just trying to explain my life? Or am I looking for something out of this from the bloggers of the WWW? Something to ponder another time I guess.) Anyway here I sit after tossing and turning in bed for 30 minutes trying to get some sleep before another huge travel day tomorrow. I am in the process of driving from Myrtle Beach back to my home in Santa Fe. We are doing it in 3 legs MB to Birmingham, then Birmingham to Shawnee, OK, then Shawnee to home. It breaks the trip up nicely for the children and allows them to see their grandparents.
So where was I? Oh yea. I was telling you why I was writing you this morning. I had a dream this morning that startled me enough that I could not go back to sleep no matter how bad I needed to or wanted to. I awoke from the dream an emotional wreck.

The Dream

I am sitting in a field, more like a fairgrounds , awaiting the arrival of the 2 presidential candidates for a debate. There is only about 5 people waiting and that is all that show up. The next thing I know Obama and McCain are there answering questions from the crowd of 5. The weird thing is they never really speak during this entire question and answer session. I hear the questions from the crowd and I am able to insert their stump speech, cow-towing answers for them on every issue. Then I think of what I guess is 2 questions which I want answers to but I can not answer myself. The questions were going to be When are you going to bring our troops home from Iraq? And Why do we always talk about the money going into this occupation as if we have it to spend elsewhere when we are putting the entire occupation on our kids and grand kids credit cards?
I start to ask the first question directed toward Senator Obama and I lose it. When are you as President going to bring our men and women (and I start crying like a blubbering idiot) home from Iraq? I can not take it that another American hero has to die from another roadside bomb to protect Exxon’s profits. I can’t even get to the second question . Which I think is a much better question. At this point I try to compose myself and get the second question out but I can’t do it. I am emotionally spent and I just don’t know the answer to the first question. I can’t answer it myself and Obama nor McCain are speaking. I am standing there crying uncontrollably in front the next leader of the free world and my question is going unanswered.
I wake up. I have no idea what time it is. I am in a room without windows or a clock, and I am emotionally drained. I can’t stop replaying the dream in my head. I can’t imagine why I would ever in a million years ever get so emotional even in a dream. It is just not me. I can’t think why I feel drained in real life. I can’t go back to sleep so here I sit writing to the great and powerful YOU.
I am an American who does not know any soldiers? I have no personal ties to this illegal occupation of Iraq. I have a very small immediate family circle of which no one ever served in the military. I do not speak for any military family or from some great knowledge base about the sacrifices they are making. However it is extremely sad to me that these American heroes are being used by fascist leaders to protect American corporations profits. Now we are in a situation where we can’t get them home.
I truly believe a President Obama would do everything in his power to get our troops home as soon as possible. I can not say the same thing for McCain. He now has the big oil pipeline of money that was up W’s ass for 8 years firmly inserted into his rectum. He is the worst sellout in the history of politics. How can you trust anything the man says?
Was this dream about the leader’s inability to speak to me? Was this about my inability to be heard? Was it about Obama being manipulated by McCain into I am tougher than you pissing contest? Was it really about how do we get out of Iraq? Or was it about Obama’s run to the middle and abandonment of his base to appeal to Independents?


Or maybe I just had gas and needed to fart.