I WANT TO FEEL THE BERN SO BADLY it hurts. Bernie Sanders is the only American politician I’ve ever agreed with virtually everything on. Reining in the big banks? Check. Providing a pathway to citizenship for immigrants? Check. Getting the money out of politics? Check. Publicly funding healthcare and higher education? Check, check. This type of political compatibility is nowhere close to what I felt in 2007, when I went I was going on my first dates with Barack Obama. “He seems nice,” I thought, “Let’s see where this goes.”
No. The first dates with Bernie have been explosive. “Oh my god, you want to reinstate Glass-Steagall, too? Wow… so hey, want to come back to my place for a nightcap?”
It’s been like a dream. This is what the great romances are all about. But I can already tell: this star-crossed romance ends in tragedy. Because Bernie, light of my life, political soulmate, is not going to be the miracle he feels like in my heart.