Denver was a study in contrasts. Simply put there was incredible light. There was impenetrable darkness. I arrived late Sunday evening and met up with my camillian crew in LoDo (Denver by the way is a great town with friendly people and a big ass blue bear). Monday I headed to the PUMA Den. It was buzzing. The energy was positive. Everyone was set to their tasks. The media, particularly the foreign press, were in and out all day. PUMA harassed Chris Matthews (the one thing I missed that I wish I hadn't).
Monday evening was the Beautiful Rise for Hillary. We acknowledged her history making campaign. We thanked her for being the standard bearer for our agenda. We stood up for Democracy and democratic process. I met a lot of new friends, ran into some old ones, and from what I was told, moved the crowd with the speech I gave. There were some who called to take Democratic Party back. I too was on that side on Monday, but with the caveat that if the leadership cannot be ousted that we put a stake in the party's heart and start anew. By the time I left Denver it was obvious to me that the Democratic Party cannot be saved. It is a corrupt, festering cesspool. More on that another time.
At least I had Monday. Laying on my back watching the spotlights in the clouds, listening to my compatriots speak inspiring calls to action, and bitter truths, yucking it up with Riverdaughter...it was a garden of Eden moment. Turns out that Dylan was right again. There are no truths outside the gates of Eden.
Here's a taste of The Rise. Many thanks to Dr. Saharra Bledsoe for bringing us together, and getting us to turn on our light. Let's hope we leave it on. The voice you hear at the beginning is yours truly.