That I am bored with hospital discussion is probably obvious, and at this point a bit disconcerting because I really want to forget the experience. Or, at least relagate it to a small room in my mind where it can be visited briefly when need be. Like grief, I never want to forget it completely, but I do not want it to rule. The journey I am on is too glorious to be clouded by memory that is not pleasant.

It’s like remembering my deceased wife . I shall never forget her and the brilliant life we had together, but I cannot wallow in grief for her. She would be the very first to agree. I lift my glass to Miriam, long live Terry.

To say that I am interested in politics is like saying Harry Potter is fairly successful. I am a junkie. This presidential campaign is so exciting I get something like orgasm when I study it. No matter who becomes president, history will be unalterably affected; a woman will be president, a person of color (Obama is half and half) will be president, or George W. Bush will return to office disguised at John McCain, a phenomenon that, perhaps, will transform the U.S. of A. into a banana republic.

Right now, it seems to me, we may be tossing all three candidates into the air to see how they fall , and to me I think any one of them has a chance. Last night as I lie tossing in bed (I’d napped in front of the TV and was refreshed) I imagined what the administration of each would be.

Obama’s, I think, would be energetic and youthful. I see West Wingers very much like the cast of the TV show of the same name, only with a much younger Chief of Staff, one who could kick some young butts into action without the “father” image of Leo McGarry played by a veteran actor, the late John Spencer. I want to believe Obama would choose a staff that would recall Kennedy’s Camelot but one geared to now and not retro.

Hillary. Will she ever be seen as President Clinton? Uh, which one, Sidney: Bill or Hillary? 

Not that Hillary would imitate Bill. No, I think she too much her own person to do that, but Bill is a force to be respected: amazing and wonderful like the force of a warm spring day, or frightening like a tsunami. When Bill walks into a room, even one where Hillary is the key speaker, all eyes shift to him. Everyone else is reduced to spectator while Bill waves and basks. What’s she gonna do when she is president and he walks into the room? Will her office, the stature and the awesomeness of president of the United States of America upstage Bill, or will he, by force of who he was and is then, overshadow her. I mean, let’s face it: a former president who was as overwhelmingly popular for a  glorious administration as he was infamous for Oval Office fellatio stands in the background and does not get camera-time?

To be honest, I think Bill has and will draw attention away from his wife. As candidate she has been eclipsed by Bill in his remarks about Obama and in his very presence on the stage in Iowa and Kansas. She needs to put him in a closet, I think, and refer to him but not show him. He’s too much, and Bill, although I love him and admired his presidency, is the reason I have to support Obama. Another Clinton administration, I think, would  smack of Bill’s a great deal, even though it would not be identical. Maybe not, but I don’t know. Bill was good for his time, but that is not now, and I want to hope that Obama would be a fresh, unadulterated wind pushing the sails of state in a new direction, one of vigor and youthful adventure.

What can I say of a John McCain presidency. “Hello, Same Old, Same Old.” 

That’s what I say. JOHN MCCAIN IS ANOTHER WHITE-HAIRED OLD MAN. He’s just like all of the white-haired, anal old men who have screwed this country so much in the past that we are where we are because of them: on the lip of a tragic fall from greatness. A McCain administration would reek of moth balls, and we’d crawl down that same old lane leading to a South Western Texas  or Arizona) solution to everything: if you don’t recognize it, kill it. And lie yourself into the good graces of a gullible American citizenry that has the corporate IQ of a sandwich without Miracle Whip. If McCain becomes president, it is my opinion that America will become a proverbial great Dust Bowel as time goes on because it will mean that our voting population is so stupid that we deserve whatever abomination is created by the likes of McCain, whom I think is the likes of what we had in GW Bush, GHW Bush and Ronald Reagan, who crippled this nation so bad that we still haven’t recovered.

That will be by rant when I return: Ronald Reagan, the actor who PLAYED a president for eight seasons but who at the end of each day’s shoot took off his makeup and costume and returned home to Mommy.