Clinton can pull it off. She remains the GOP’s greatest hope:
I’m a 31-year-old gay guy living in San Francisco’s Castro neighborhood. I went to grad school at Berkeley. And while I’m not as liberal as some people I know around here — that would take some doing — I remain solidly leftist on most major issues. (Maybe this is beside the point, but my parents are 60-year-old evangelical Christians in eastern Washington state, and they’re predictably thrilled about Huckabee’s candidacy. Meanwhile, my grandparents are pro-labor, FDR-and-JFK-loving Catholic Democrats in their mid-80s, and they’re both nuts about Clinton. So I guess my family is quintissentially American in its plurality and dysfunction.)
Last night, I was trying to figure out why I was so pissed off about the New Hampshire results. Actually, "pissed off" isn’t quite right — I was both angry and depressed. I really admired Clinton at one time, but for the past year or so, I’ve found her politics more and more repugnant. Her campaign strategies for the past month have been downright infuriating. And I find the prospect of any race between Clinton and a Republican to be grim beyond reckoning.
In fact, if it were a race between Clinton and McCain, this longtime Democrat would almost certainly break for McCain. The only way I’d vote for her, in fact, is to prevent someone like Huckabee or Romney from prolonging the disastrous Bush legacy. And that’s why this morning, for the first time in my life, I actually paid money to go see a politician speak. I’ll be at Obama’s rally in San Francisco next Wednesday, and I’ll be cheering like crazy.