Sotomayor Mania.

Barry picked Judge Sonia Sotomayor as his nominee to the Supreme Court to replace Justice Souter (who is hightailin’ it out of DC to his beloved New Hampshire like his backside is in flames). Let’s dig into Sotomayor Mania, shall we?

• She’s female. Woot!
• She’s Hispanic. Double woot!
• She’s been the nearly 20 years that she had been on the bench, no dusty skeletons have tumbled from her closet. (There will be no pesky nanny taxes this time, Repubs, so take that!) Whew!
• She appears to be in good health. Double whew! The luxurious chesnut locks do not lie.
• Prof. Carter likes her.
• But, the conservative blogosphere disagrees. Surprise surprise, but they’re scraping at the bottom of the barrel.
• At least Sen. Olympia Snowe is playing fair. I always did have a good feeling about her.  

Good job, Barry. Keep up the good work. (Though you could have sent the annoucement e-mail this morning as opposed to this evening, you know, make your fans supporters feel like they’re in the loop. Food for thought, buddy.)

Barry and Bill.

I woke up at 12:30 am thinking about the election.

So much is at stake. I have always been a political junkie and I haven’t felt this sure about a candidate since Clinton in 1992. (Bush I just seemed so dishonest…if only I knew what was in store with W.).

Bill was exciting, fun and insanely smart. He was the spark to my political awakening. I called it in Mrs. Hope’s 4th grade class when I wrote down on the wide-ruled paper in my childish script “Bill Clinton will win.” The man had me with the word “Hope”, while Bush bounced me out with “Read my lips.” Did I care about taxes? No, but I cared about liars.

Now Barry comes along when I have become more sophisticated, jaded, and cynical thanks to my spiffy political science degree and eight years of W. We were so excited when he spoke at the DNC in 2004. He was exciting, fun and insanely smart. Whodathunk. But my heart still lay with the Clintons, so I was Hillary all the way, when the primary season rolled around. (I’m not bitter though as I have a feeling that she’ll hold an important place in his administration because yes…he is going to win.) So instead of Hillary, I am getting Michelle.  Dearlord, I loves me some Michelle. They are my JFK and Jackie O (’cause let’s face it, Hillary was no Jackie).

Then there is the other factors. I believe him more because he has kids and I believe him more because he is of mixed heritage like AB. And oh, I cannot forget his astute judgement in picking a candidate who actually adds substantively to his ticket. (Joe’s got love for the single parents – that moment in the VP debate was awesome).

Plain and simple, I believe him.

While the Clintons still hold a place in my heart, I have made room for the Obamas as well.

The city’s gonna be crazy tonight and while I am going to avoid Grant Park like the plague, I am going to try and have AB stay up to watch the results. My budding politico chants ”Obama for President” and actually sat through a substantial portion of “The War Room”. I am so proud.

Exciting, fun and insanely smart, folks. That is what I want and that is what I’m gonna get. Hoorah.