I may eat my words in November, but I think John Kerry has a chance of winning the presidency.  Knocking on wood, crossing my fingers, saying a prayer to the patron saint of middle-class America. 

True, Kerry isn’t even the official democratic candidate yet, but barring some skeleton in his closet we don’t know about (a la Gary Hart), I think it’s a given he’s our man.  And, listening to him speak, I think he has a shot.  He has… presence.  We need a president with presence.  A president who can stand alone and not look like a little boy lost in the women’s department at Sears.  A president who doesn’t throw like a girl.

Please, Mr. Kerry, don’t let us find out about your fondness for lap dances from girls named Amber or about the late night visits to the Psychic Chicken to seek advice on your policies until after you’re in office, okay?  The American people need you, now more than ever.  Please don’t screw it up.

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