Its been a long day, made even longer by the fact my head exploded after reading about the thinly veiled, no, make that naked power play attempted by some of Clinton's uberdonors. I tore up my well written piece on Obama's outline of his economic plan, back burnered a larger economic post, and left the kid and the nanny to their own devices while I spent all day on the phone flapping my gums about this.

Before I go any further, I am being a bit hypocritical in my outrage. I have lived for a fairly long time by the old adage "he who has the gold, makes the rules". That being said, I have always understood the corollary to that thinking is "the rulemaker better make sure he is the only one with the gold before acting like an ass".

I never thought my first diary would be political and not economic. Actually, I never thought I would write a diary on DK, eventhough I have lurked here since Kos was the Little Orange Imp.

I am African American, a father, a husband, a hedge fund manager turned stay at home dad last summer. At 40, I finally have figured out what is more important than squeezing a couple of percentage points out of someone else's misery.

As the Democratic primary wends its way to the increasingly inevitable Obama victory, my thoughts have strayed from Clinton's self-immolating behaviour (which is best ignored at this point; the math doesn't lie) to what an Obama victory would mean. We all know the Barack Hussein Obama story: Harvard to community activist to the state legislature, and thanks in part to Jack Ryan being a freak, junior Senator from Illinois. His biography is amazing, and each day, breaks new ground in American history. But these are not my reasons for voting for him. Rather, my family's history and my family's future are why I am willing to, to borrow a John McCain saying, follow him to the gates of Hell.