I Have a Gut

And it’s pissing me off.

Since I switched to supporting Mister Obama, I began reading “Dreams from My Father,” in an effort to get to know his background.  I’ve already read “The Audacity of Hope,” when it first came out.  I loved it, it’s what inspired my early support for him.

I have a strange relationship with Obama.  I watched his rise through the U.S. Senate primaries in Illinois in 2004.  I didn’t support him in the primaries, but I do distinctly remember watching his acceptance speech the night he became the Democratic U.S. Senate nominee.  He talked of bringing the state together, the north and the south, and yes, I was inspired.  Because of this early awareness of Obama, before the rest of the country took note, I feel like I somehow have more of a understanding of where he came from.  He’s real to me, not Presidential.  I’ve only ever known Hillary Clinton in a grand scale, the White House or U.S. Senate defiantly pictured in the background.  But it’s different with Obama.

How did I get this gut?