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HALLI CASSER-JAYNE - bio
RED, WHITE 'N TRUE
THE LAST DANCE FOR LOVE?
Posted, August 20, 2008,  12:01 p.m


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My dearest, darling Barack,

This is so difficult to write. We’ve been seeing each other for what seems like forever. From the frozen fields of Iowa to where we are today might as well be an eternity. It’s hard to believe it’s only been eight months.

Admittedly, these have been some of the happiest days of my life. Getting to know you has been difficult; you’re not like the other men I’ve known. You play it close to the vest; emotions aren’t your forte. But I guess it’s your emotional unavailability that has kept me fascinated. I see you as a puzzle whose pieces I’m trying to fit into a whole, but I can’t quite get the pieces to lock together. So, I’ve kept on working at this relationship when others might have left.

So, here we are these many months later and perhaps in frustration I find that I must ask myself if fascination is enough to sustain a relationship? I think I want more. I know I want more. I think we’re at a make or break point.

Oh, I can hear what you’re thinking. In some ways I do understand you. You’re wondering why it is that women always want more. Why aren’t women satisfied with what they’ve got? Why can’t you just accept me at face value? Why must you insist I bleed my heart for you? It seems that whatever I do or say is not enough for you. Just as I reach a goal post you’ve set for me, you move it a little further on.

It’s like the Hillary thing, you’re thinking. I won; she lost, but was that enough for you? No, you wanted me to humor her, cajole her, bow to her loss and even honor it. For the life of me I don’t understand that kind of thinking. When men lose, they lose and bloodied from the battle they slink away with their tail between their legs.

Men honor a win but not you; you and your friends never relent and so I acquiesced and gave in. Hillary will get her roll call at the Convention and a primetime speech, and her own videographer. Chelsea will get to introduce her Mom. And Bill will get his moment, too. Why, you are thinking, isn’t that enough for you and your friends? Why do you set the bar so high?

First, my darling, it is part of a women’s role in a relationship to guide a man to be the best that he can be. And, my little pooh bear, I know that your mother wasn’t around very much, and being raised by a grandmother isn’t quite the same. Relationships with women don’t come easily to you, which is why I think you didn’t understand the magnitude of women being angry at you for besting Hillary. You thought the anger would dissipate over time and it didn’t. Instead, it seems to have escalated, and spread, and it is not just women who are starting to question who you are, which is why you’re plummeting in the polls. You’re mistake was in letting the problem fester for too long.  

But I digress and I don’t want to go there. That’s about the others; this is about you and me. It’s come down to this one moment in time…our last dance last dance for love. Yes it’s my last chance for romance tonight…

And now the question is: Where am I in this relationship? Should we continue seeing each other or is it time for me to start seeing other guys. You know John McCain has been courting me. I use the word “court” because that’s what men of his generation do.

So, here it is. In the next day or so you’re going to announce your choice for Vice President. Just as you always do, you’re playing this one close to the vest. I wouldn’t expect anything else from you.

But I have to tell you that who you pick is going to help me decide where we go from here. I don’t mean to make this sound like I’m giving you an ultimatum. OK, maybe I am. But let’s face it, you’re choice will tell me more about you than all the poetic words you’ve whispered in my ear. Actions, my darling, speak louder than words.

Will you pick your buddy, Tim Kaine? I know you like him and he might bring you Virginia, and he’s a man of religion, but, BORING! And, by the way, my friends in Virginia aren’t all that thrilled with him as their governor never mind the fact that he, like you, has zippo foreign policy credentials.

Will you pick that turncoat Bill Richardson? I think he’d be better in the State Department or as Ambassador to the U.N... You could choose that old Democratic Party stalwart, Sam Nunn. He knows where every Russian nuclear warhead is, and maybe could bring you the State of Georgia. But don’t you think choosing him would be making the choice for the daddy you hardly knew? Chris Dodd? Ugh! Evan Bayh wouldn’t be where he is without his daddy, and he is more wooden than you. Katherine Sibelius? I won’t even go there.

This gets us to Joe Biden, who you know I’ve always adored. Joe is just so real, and he’s smart, and he’s so deliciously honest and if anyone knows foreign policy, Joe does. And, funny, I don’t even mind it when Joe occasionally puts his foot in his mouth because his playing fast and lose with his words only further endears him to me. Of course, I understand that you two have your policy differences and some on your left might squawk that Joe as your running mate would defeat your claim to change. But I whole-heartedly disagree, because if you can embrace a running mate with an opposing point of view than your promise of creating true dialogue could only be bolstered by picking Joe Biden as your Vice President.

And that takes me to Hillary Clinton, who I know scares you more than any other women in the world. So, darling, listen to me, stop being so afraid of her... and of Bill. The Clintons can help you, really they can. Yes, of course they have their own agendas. You bet they do. But here’s the deal, Barack. You know that in order for you to get elected, particularly with your poll numbers tanking as they are, you really do need Hillary on your ticket.

The question for me is: What does it say about you if you DON’T pick her? That you’re insecure? That you’re self-serving? That your ego is larger than your love of country? That you can’t truly negotiate difficult alliances even when you say yes, you can.

I really do like you, Barack. I think you’ve got great potential. But I need you to show me now that you’re the man you say you are. So, I’m willing to compromise with you. I can accept Joe Biden as your vice president but the others, I think, might be a deal breaker.

On the other hand, if you pick Hillary for your vice president, this will be our one moment in time.

So let's dance, the last dance. Let's dance the last dance. Let's dance this last dance tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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