Oh No, Not Again

Oh, no! Not again.

It's been a month since the Iowa caucus and I was foolish enough to believe I was over the hump - that the curse had been broken. It should have been. Yet, this morning while waking up to the Good Morning America crew, it all came flooding back.

The camera panned the crowd at Times Square. I realized a moment too late that the sign warriors were out in force. Even knowing what was coming, my feet refused to move away from the screen.

Oh, no! Not again.

It's been a month since the Iowa caucus and I was foolish enough to believe I was over the hump – that the curse had been broken. It should have been. Yet, this morning while waking up to the Good Morning America crew, it all came flooding back.

The camera panned the crowd at Times Square. I realized a moment too late that the sign warriors were out in force. Even knowing what was coming, my feet refused to move away from the screen.

"Obama! Obama! Oh-oh-oh-Obama!"

"H – I … H-I-L-L-A-R-Y. Hillary! Our nominee!"

Finally, my legs began to move away from the television and out of the room. But it was too late. The chants I'd heard so often and for so long here were reverberating in my head. I'm like a junkie getting a whiff of her preferred smack.