Can anybody school me on whether Waxman is a possible AG in an Obama administration?

Posted at July 8, 2008 2:54 PM in response to Waxman Threatens Attorney General with Contempt

I don't expect anyone to agree, and I'm not sure of the idea myself, but I think Bill Bradley might be interesting: Lots experience, foreign policy cred, gaffe-free national campaign experience, tried to introduce a "new kind of politics," history as racial bridge-builder, but at this point not seen as inside-the-beltway, and wouldn't outshine the candidate. Negatives: Probably doesn't bring anyone to the ticket that wouldn't have voted for Obama anyway, kinda boring campaigner, not much of an attack dog etc... Just tossing the idea out there.

Posted at May 28, 2008 4:05 PM in response to Veepstakes Open Thread

My 68-year old feminist mother wrote this:

I made up my mind to vote for Barack Obama at a rally for him in New Hampshire, which we attended with our daughter and her young children. Previously, I had said that my heart wanted to vote for the transformative Obama, but I wasn’t sure about his electability. I had considered, as a woman, supporting Hillary Clinton, even though I didn’t feel compelled by her candidacy, personally. I felt most aligned with the policies of John Edwards.

On a sunny day in New Hampshire, following a huge snowstorm, we stood in line with thousands of others, waiting to get into the gym at Concord High School. We had been early, so were relatively near the front of the line. The crowd grew and the line snaked to a continually receding point far away, This was a civic coming together that I had not experienced since the days of civil rights, peace and anti-nuclear rallies years ago. It felt as if people—these mannerly New Hampshire voters of all ages—had, like us, been watching the events of recent years with quiet desperation at our seeming inability to effect change in the policies of our government, and had finally sensed a way to say we are a better people and a better country than we have seemed to be.

Inside, amidst the signs, the Secret Service, the cameras, the managers, the roped off pathways, and the buoyant crowd, anticipation grew. We were happy to share so colorful an event, especially one that is part of the nation’s political process, with our granddaughters. And then Barack Obama began to speak, urging us to overcome the naysayers, to vote as our best selves, to move toward the future as we wish it to be. Looking over, I saw that my husband had tears running down his cheeks. “Why is Grampa crying?” asked one of our granddaughters. “Because this is the way it’s supposed to be and what we wish for you”, I said. And that is when I made up my mind.

Posted at February 5, 2008 4:04 PM in response to Why would a feminist vote for Obama?

My 68-year old, white, feminist mother from Massachusetts wrote this:

I made up my mind to vote for Barack Obama at a rally for him in New Hampshire, which we attended with our daughter and her young children. Previously, I had said that my heart wanted to vote for the transformative Obama, but I wasn’t sure about his electability. I had considered, as a woman, supporting Hillary Clinton, even though I didn’t feel compelled by her candidacy, personally. I felt most aligned with the policies of John Edwards.

On a sunny day in New Hampshire, following a huge snowstorm, we stood in line with thousands of others, waiting to get into the gym at Concord High School. We had been early, so were relatively near the front of the line. The crowd grew and the line snaked to a continually receding point far away, This was a civic coming together that I had not experienced since the days of civil rights, peace and anti-nuclear rallies years ago. It felt as if people—these mannerly New Hampshire voters of all ages—had, like us, been watching the events of recent years with quiet desperation at our seeming inability to effect change in the policies of our government, and had finally sensed a way to say we are a better people and a better country than we have seemed to be.

Inside, amidst the signs, the Secret Service, the cameras, the managers, the roped off pathways, and the buoyant crowd, anticipation grew. We were happy to share so colorful an event, especially one that is part of the nation’s political process, with our granddaughters. And then Barack Obama began to speak, urging us to overcome the naysayers, to vote as our best selves, to move toward the future as we wish it to be. Looking over, I saw that my husband had tears running down his cheeks. “Why is Grampa crying?” asked one of our granddaughters. “Because this is the way it’s supposed to be and what we wish for you”, I said. And that is when I made up my mind.

Posted at February 4, 2008 9:34 PM in response to Jumping the Fence to Obama