Friday, September 03, 2004
The Heart Breaker's Broken Heart
You seduced me when I first laid eyes on you.
You had the sweet, smooth way about you, that devil-may-care glint in your eyes, that sexy southern twang when you spoke. I could not wait to get to know you better.
I fell for your line and gave you everything you wanted; my hope, my faith, and, most importantly, my vote.
You probably don’t recall that day at the Mall in New Jersey in late 1991 when you were pressing the flesh with the little people. I was there and I shook your hand; you placed your other hand on mine, looked me right in the eye, flashed that killer smile and said, “Glad to see you!”
I would have followed you to the ends of the earth after that meeting.
So, I gave you what you wanted and you got what you desired.
Your first four years were an up and down time for me. You delivered on many of your promises, but you really let me down with that DOMA crap and that Don’t Ask Don’t Tell debacle.
Still though, you pissed off the right people and when it came time give again, I did.
It was shortly after this that the whole scandal about you and that young woman broke. Frankly I was not surprised. What starry eyed girl would not want the bragging rights to your affections?
While your personal life suffered, things were actually never better than when you were in office for this country, America seemed to be on a rebound, sex tittle-tattle be damned!
When your tenure was up, I was sad to see you go, you rascal.
I don’t think I ever missed you more than during those dark days in September of 2001. I really wanted to hear you tell me that everything was going to be alright.
You see, you always were something of a heart-breaker, but I always had faith that you’d come around in the end, and you always knew what to say to make me feel better.
Now I understand it’s your heart that has been broken, and that saddens me.
Take care of yourself, Bill. Godspeed and good luck to you, I still need to have you around.