I’m a sell-sword, a lawyer, a woman who fights for her supper. If you can pay my fee and I like your cause, I’ll rub chalk on my hands, step into the circle, reach into my soul, wield my words to win your cause, do battle, grunt and gasp and win. Several times a year, that causes me to fly out to the West Coast. And I was sitting in the lounge at National Airport preparing to fly out and do battle when this came on the overhead TV:
I watched, really proud of myself for not starting to cry. Then, the old, white, man next to me said, “That bitch.” I turned to him and said, “I’m going to vote for that bitch. And every time someone calls her that name, I’m going to send her $100.” He huffed and he puffed, but he didn’t have any answer
Many months, and many donations later, I’m happy to say, “I’m with her.” I’ve voted for her, donated to her, blogged for her, done magic for her, begged everyone I know to vote for her. There were two people in the lounge at National Airport, a woman and a man. That’s a change from the days when it was only men. I want a change in the White House, too.
Postscript: I meant to post Hillary’s campaign announcement.