Watching the DNC unfold over the last few days has left me feeling as sad and abandoned as I did when the biggest love of my life (when I was in my wee baby twenties) informed me that she was already on a one-way rocket trip to Planet Someone Else.
Many mature years later I got to have lunch with her, hoping that she'd show up looking like the actress who played Mama in "Throw Mama From The Train" so I could finally move on with my immature emotional life, but unfortunately she re-appeared from the wings of my once upon a time life in the shape shifting form of past perfection and that snapped off the last, still lingering piece of my broken heart that I had clung to in the secret hopes that even all these years later we could pick up where we left off.
I think from birth to around 30 we spend most of our lives drunk on the power of pure Crystal blue enchantment and from that point we are forced to become cheap seat spectators as we watch, in hushed horror, all the magic start to disappear. It seems to leach out of us with each new personal disappointment, sudden tragedy or each and every time we fear that we are becoming invisible.
Which brings me back to the DNC. Over the last few days, after the right out the gate chairwoman fiasco and the tantrums of the Bernie fanatics, suddenly civility and decency came parachuting in like the allied troops of our soul and for the first time in years, enchantment finally came roaring back with a vengeance and it looked...and smelled just as wonderful as my long lost love.
And just like that all the good feelings began to flow back in too. It was Woodstock all over again and all I could feel was love, man. I had an instant bromance with Cory Booker who seemed like he was exploding with New Jersey pixie dust. And God, then came Michelle Obama.
At first all I could think of was: damn her hair looks great. Nice blue dress. I would date her. (We do that more often that any of us would admit: allowing our fantasy world to commandeer us like Harrison Ford's President in "Air Force One").
And then she spoke and she was so eloquent and so perfectly nuanced that words like "sublime" and "astonishing" immediately re-defined themselves in the dictionaries of my brain.
She was a far better Peter Pan than Brian William's daughter was because she knew exactly how to teach us how to take flight effortlessly. And best of all she reminded us that all the children of Neverland need to be nurtured and protected from all the harm that we ourselves manufacture, with a large Made in the USA label attached.
Elizabeth Warren...well that's just a chapter out of Warren/Piece (as in Mr. Trump's hair).
Bernie is my Uncle Murray who barks orders and ideas from behind the Deli counter, but he we needed him to calm down and take a nap which he eventually did.
All the good feelings stayed with me during the next day. I felt just like I did minutes after I met my first born son (and second).
I was that euphoric.
Last night Bill spoke and while he's lost his mojo and fire and seems frail and cautious, his core belief system remained both persuasive and powerful.
Tonight our president speaks and it will be a speech in support of his legacy which he hopes will continue. And tomorrow Hillary must give the speech of her life in order to convince those "undecided" to decide.
But here's the thing.
This wave of wow is going to slowly recede and before we know it, we will be back in the mud fields of disillusionment and despair.
Trump, his evangelical sidekick and Fox News will re-bully us in the hallways, taunt us, call us ugly names and try to convince us that the DNC was full of lies and you should join their "He Man Woman Haters Club."
They will be preying on our fears like buzzards.
Here's my personal response to that: while Mr. Trump was sitting on his golden pretend throne in his self-built Ivory Tower, causing wild spread financial ruin, fraud and bankruptcy, while he lined his pockets with silver and gold, Secretary Hillary was in the war room helping guide the strategic assassination of Bin Laden.
Hold on to that image. Trust me it will help you sleep through the night.
If you paid any attention you heard about her myriad of accomplishments via some of the most powerful and influential politicians in America who eyewitnesses her triumphs on our behalf.
But if you were not listening---and millions were not---nothing will change.
Just blind, raging hate.
These marching Defiant Haters of Hillary will continue to stomp off the short bus armed with their incontrovertible gut evidence that she should be strung up Southern style, based purely on the reality that this is what they think, feel, or just plain know.
That is what is at the root of all prejudice and it is simply impossible to confront them any more than it is impossible to try and reason with a militant Islamic extremist who hates.
Today a picture of Trump's mother went viral and God, I hope you saw it, because for the first time I finally got what he is all about.
His swooping Hunger Games crescent roll hair-swirl, is the exact same hair swirl that his mom fashioned! PLEASE find the picture so you can feel it's insane impact.
Trump is Norman Bates and all his hotels are Bates Motels.
He is the ultimate mama's boy who did not throw off the train.
Quite the opposite.
He is trying to BE her, as I'm sure her screeching voice is still going off in his head like a million mosquitoes, that will just never, ever go away.