I think we've got this one nailed down, this time.  I think, this time, we've got the right candidate and the right circumstances.

Then again, I've thought that one past boyfriend after another was the right one.

Then again, I've never had a boyfriend like Obama before.

I've given my heart away only to have it stepped on.  I've given my thoughts away, only to have them questioned and belittled and turned into brain stew.  I've given my TRUST away, only to get burned.

And that was just Reagan and GWH Bush, heh.

Riches don't trickle down.  At least, not to the down folks like me, without college degrees.  Riches trickle down to those who have a name and a title for themselves before they have their first job.

My first job was as a cashier in Publix at the age of 17.  It's only gone up from there, but it sure as heck hasn't gone up enough for me to feel a trickle down.

Obama is the first guy to get it.  He's the first guy who's come along, in my lifetime, who gets it.  He not only feels my pain, he has the answer to it.

His answer?  Stay involved.  Hold tight to this grassroots movement that is OURS.

His message?  Don't just watch me on television.  Look me up.  Look me up on the internet and join my movement there.  Get involved with me.  Be involved.  Stay involved.  Even after I win.  Because I won't leave you there, cold and lonely after January. 

Get involved, be involved, stay involved, because you're going to have a voice in my administration.  You, the people....WE, the people......we are going to have a voice.

Now....how could a girl like me resist that?