Barack, I think I love you

I'm only a week late in sharing this news...but hey, I've been busy lately.

I saw Barack Obama. In person. Not from the nosebleed section at a rally, no. On the street. Shaking hands (he didn't get to mine though). Standing in front of the pizza restaurant (American Dream) I was trying to get into to. I was close enough to see his skim blemishes. Ten feet maybe? He's kinda like a drug...makes you want to do stupid shit for him. I wanted to run up and throw my arms and legs around him in a great big hug, but I was pretty sure my kids would miss me while I spent the night in jail. I can't believe how electrifying I feel in his presence. It is pretty freaky. For the first time, I feel like I understand the power behind some of the major political movements of the past...such as for JFK and RFK. And I think I am beginning to understand how devasting it would be to lose some as strong as say...MLK. I feel it in my heart that Obama will be our next President, but I also can't shake the feeling he will face more than a few assassination attempts. Thankfully, he travels with an army of secret service types. I saw far more of them than I did of him on the street that day. I'd show you my hastily-snapped cell phone pic, but it is a blurry mob of suits, coats, and the backs of people's heads.