Eight years ago, I was traveling the country from Iowa to New Hampshire to Virginia working for Al Gore and the Democratic Coordinated Campaign.  I was a member of the College Democrats of America, spending my spare money on gas to drive myself and my friends all over the eastern United States.  We spent hours on the phone talking to strangers; we went door-to-door in cities we'd never heard of, asking people to vote for our man.

Today, his endorsement of Obama means absolutely nothing to me.  He kept quiet during the primary battles between Obama and Clinton.  He only came out to endorse a particular candidate after the nomination had been secured.  Anybody can do that.  To choose a candidate before the race was over would have made a difference, but it's too late for that, isn't it?

Al Gore, take your Oscar and your Nobel Prize and go home to Tennessee.  You're not the man I thought you were.

Winston Churchill said that if you're 20 years old and not a liberal, you don't have a heart; if you're 40 years old and not a conservative, you don't have a brain.  I'm somewhere in the middle, and I'm finding myself painfully disillusioned.  The party I once thought was my home has turned out to be nothing more than a major disappointment.