Nightmares of a Reluctant Clintonian

A Die-Hard Hillary Fan Was In My Dream Last Night…

I was walking near my parents’ home in New York City, and I was wearing a Hillary shirt. A Hillary camp volunteer, also wearing this shirt, campaigning and bartering, sees me and asks “Are you going to vote for Hillary?”

I replied, “Yes, but I’m not happy about it.”

“You’re a Bernie bro,” she insists.

“No, but I am a Sanders supporter. Absolutely.”

She scoffs and chides me as immature, so I say, “Well, why do you support Hillary?”

“She’s clearly the best candidate — always has been.”

“But why? What of her policies do you actually prefer?”

“All of them,” she shoots back.

“What about her military policy in Yemen?” I say, topically.

“Oh there we go!” she says in immediate recoil, “It’s always fucking Yemen with you people!”

“Listen,” I say, now actually irritated, “I’m voting for her, all right? I’m even wearing the shirt. I’m not trying to antagonize you, but I am curious why you are supporting your president!”

“Get out of here,” she says, and after a long pause, “but make sure you goddamn vote!”

And then I woke up.

Yes I am still voting Clinton. Yes, I am still unhappy about it.