At Key
Arena I saw Nader
in 2000, then Obama in aught
eight. So I was sorry to skip Bernie
Sanders last Sunday, but I must keep
holy the Shaddoweth. Lo and behold,
lucky for me He came back for an impromptu
gathering at Safeco Field (capacity
54,000). I've never seen so many people happy
to
languish in a
slow-moving line. No frustration,
only patience, a buddhist moment. Except
for me. Rumor
had it there was a promised land, a
shorter wait on the other side. Sarah
scouted ahead, texted back it was a fact.
Did I tell anyone else stuck waiting that
I was striding confidently to a better
place? No, I confess I got selfish and
kept the truth to myself. But what if I'd
started a stampede? Bad, bad socialist! On
the way I passed a goat on a leash that
saw right through me. Are elections a
charade, just choosing which cattle chute
will take you to your slaughter? Partly.
But pretending is a step forward. And
there's no faking the power of tens of
thousands gathered to hear a message,
share the feeling, and focus their energy.
It was a subtle, boiling the frog
kind of immersion, the stadium a lens
focusing the heat. When Bernie appeared
everyone stood and none sat back down for
the
duration. So much upliftment I
caught myself straining on point, a dancer
trained for this moment. The full strength
of it didn't hit me till later. Love
bubbled from my pores for the next 36
hours. (Gross!) That's not a
revolution, but it felt like a start. Feel
the Bern. Mouse around....
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