Barack: Take Some Advice from the Jewish Mothers
Tuesday was one of those days where an Obama supporter like me felt very proud; while John McCain was calling off his Pennsylvania rally because it was too cold and wet out, the Obama faithful were out in force. Nine … Read More
Tuesday was one of those days where an Obama supporter like me felt very proud; while John McCain was calling off his Pennsylvania rally because it was too cold and wet out, the Obama faithful were out in force. Nine thousand of them came out in Hershey, PA rain to hear Obama speak. They were working hard; hustling; grasping at every last vote. Obama wasn’t taking anything for granted. ("This is why he’s going to win," I remarked to a friend.)
It takes only one call from your mother to disabuse you of any such idea.
"I’m so worried about him," my mother said to me earlier today. "Doing that big speech in the rain."
"Why?" I asked.
"What if he catches a cold and kills himself?"
"Oh, come on."
"No ‘Come on,’" my mother said. "People die from colds all the time. There was a president who died from a cold, wasn’t there?"
It’s true. William Henry Harrison. He died a month after giving a two-hour long inauguration speech without his hat and coat where he caught a cold that eventually became pneumonia. (He also holds the record for the shortest presidency on record — 30 days, 12 hours and 30 minutes according to wikipedia.)
"That’s true," I said, "but Obama’s healthy."
And then my mom set off the nuclear bomb.
"But what about his supporters?" she said. "You’re going to tell me that nobody who went out there didn’t get sick? They won’t be able to vote for him!"
Uh. Well. Kinda true. All day long I’ve been worrying about the people who went out in the rain to see Obama. Oy. I hope they at least took an umbrella.