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I have eaten in Iowa on several occasions, which is one reason that I don’t live there. Sorry, but the good folks of the Hawkeye State can’t cook much besides breakfast with anything approaching edibility. But they have resoundingly dismantled the tired old saw that America, deep in its lily-white heart, is a racist nation. And lest you think that I am some rabble-rousing, pro-Obama Democrat, be assured, very assured, that I am far, far to the right of most people you know, or have seen, or even heard stories about in PoliSci 101.
I don’t like Obama’s politics. He rarely says anything I agree with. And, if he gets that far, I will, almost certainly, vote against him in the general election (assuming that Huckabee isn’t the Republican nominee). What I like about Obama is what his candidacy says about our country. Martin Luther King Jr. said it better than I can, in his 1963 speech in Washington.
We all have read these lines, and many of us have heard the speech. But when dreams become reality, it is a grand thing. I happen to think that America has been very close to that dream for quite some time, but there is no denying the reality of what we witnessed last night in Iowa.