Good taste gone a little sour. [View all]

Coming up on a 38th wedding anniversary this year. Both wife and I were raised in working family homes. Dad went to work, mom is the homemaker and raises the kids. Both sets of parents lived through the great depression. My dad served in WWII, wife’s family lost a son in Vietnam. Wifey and I were born in the same small town hospital. We were both the babies of the families. Both birth certificates have the same attending nurse’s signature. We have the same birth day date, one month apart. We both heard stories from our parents of the hardships and the slow improvement of living through the decades. None of our parents ever wanted to go back to how things used to be. Living has always, although slowly, gotten better. We were raised in Democratic households. When we get a wound, we bleed blue. We were so excited when we went to vote together for the first time in a presidential election. We were going to cast our votes for Jimmy Carter. When we pulled up in the car at our designated polling spot an announcement came on over the radio that Ronald Reagan had already been declared the winner. We were momentarily devastated. We are on the West coast and the election had been called. We still went in and voted our party. It still hurt.

I was excited about tomorrow.

For me, the media coming out and announcing the presumptive candidate a day before tomorrows final primaries is total fucking irresponsibility.

Go HRC.