"There' s place and means for every man alive." (All's Well...)

Let's just discuss the New Hampshire primary results. At this time, the count is not in, but it appears that Obama is leading Clinton. My personal choice on the basis of her experience would be Hillary. She is a very sharp lady, and it would be historic to have a female president. I'm not a misogynist. Her sex or religious orientation mean nothing to me in the voting booth. On the other hand, although Obama does not have the experience, he is a very bright guy with a huge charisma that appeals to people across all lines. I feel the same about a black president as I do about a woman. Color matters not to me. I was the only teacher in my school to go to the "March on Washington" and listened to Martin Luther King. The issue that matters most to me is the war in Iraq. There must be a way to extirpate ourselves from that huge morass. I cannot bear the thought of the misery and grief that families of those who die in this war are suffering. I've been there and done that. This is not to say that if a Democrat is elected, that the troops will come home the next day. It's a truly complicated and tragic situation. Whomever the Democratic Party nominates I will vote for. Change is in the air.

Today I went to the VA to see my psychiatrist at 1pm and my psychologist at 2pm. And I'm not ashamed to say it or to write about it. Even though some might think I am a dangerous cereal killer. (Protect your Corn Flakes). Actually, I'm just a poet and a tail gunner who's depressed. Anyway, I've been going to the VA "shrinks" for many years. I see these doctors about every 2 or 3 months because they are there for me to "vent". And I vented the loss of my mobility--which is a huge loss. Suffice it to say that I now cannot walk very far without severe pain. My primary care doc at the VA put in for a scooter for me and I have an appointment at the VA "wheelchair clinic" at the end of this month for them to determine if I am eligible for a scooter. I'm going to hate getting into one of those things ("hate" is not strong enough)--but as the medics told me, I have to move on. So, move on I will. (But don't wake me up before noon).