While today presented many challenges, I managed to listen to a bit of the health care debate online.
I remember when I was just out of high school and trying to both go to college and work. I had no insurance.
I remember the 1988 presidential race. My own father, along with the my mom and sister (who all had coverage) couldn’t quite get why I was worried about not having insurance. (I didn’t until many years later.)
I remember when one of the planks of the Republican platform was no to quotas. I was thinking about how that hadn’t come up in a whiel when there it was with one of Bill Bennett’s callers this morning. Bennett ignored it, but yes, it’s still there.
I remember when my family turned Republican. I remember when they found their home in that party. We were standing in line to vote in 1980. They all switched. I didn’t. I can’t quite understand why this person can’t understand what happened. She switched herself.
I remember staying late and making a difference when Jessie Jackson ran in 1988.
I remember all of the shit that has been slung at Obama from day one.
I remember every little petty thing all of those radios hosts have slung at Obama — and all the while they are trying to make every buck they can. (ie Medved and Michael Reagen speaking for a fee — damn they are free on the radio — again in Houston. At $75 a pop. RUBES)
Twelve were remembered on PBS tonight. Kathleen has nothing to say. Only paste.
I still have hope.