Iowa may feel like it, but it’s not the end of the world. Close, though. It sure feels like it these days. But things change.
Fortunately for my political fortunes, Iowa is a mere speed bump on the long and winding road to the White House, a battleground among many in the war for political supremacy, a notch in the bedpost of historical footnotes.
I was entering high school when JFK came from nowhere and battled LBJ for the Democratic presidential nomination. The once powerful Texas Senator sank into post election oblivion as the charismatic young president won the hearts and minds of Americans coast to coast.
But things change.
Last night I dreamed that Barack Obama swept to victory in the 2008 presidential election with me as his running mate. Just like JFK and LBJ. During the dream I remember being disappointed, saddened by my fate, then I realized the obvious.
Things change.
I’m loyal. I’m supportive. But I’m a political pragmatist, and I’m not going to ride in the presidential limousine with Obama. Ever.
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