I have a complicated relationship with Barack Obama. I wish it were otherwise. Trust me, I wanted to believe. In 2008, my roommates and I hosted a modest "fundraiser" for him in our apartment. It was, I suspect, mostly an excuse for a party. But we were excited, probably too excited in retrospect. To fall in love with a candidate—and to persist in this …
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