There is an excitement to the crowd, hours before the event begins, that Ive seen at no other rally, including Donald Trumps infamous wild night in Mobile, Alabama, back in August; it is the thrill of being a part of something bigger than yourself, the undeniable cathartic high of feeling that you are being carried along by a wave, that you are downright blessed to live in such important times. It is the thrill, that is to say, of the young: Those who don't yet know to be disappointed by life, to recognize the limitations of earnestness and genial good intentions, to be unencumbered by the ugly complications of compromise and the dreary real world. They believe in Sanders because they have to believe in something: They believe in Sanders because he, after all this time, still believes himself.
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A friend of mine who is roughly the same age as me (40) came to me with a revelation the other day, one he confessed he found depressing. Im voting for Hillary, he said. That wasnt the depressing part: He has always liked Clinton. Its that he was now too old to vote for the candidate all the kids love. Im now the person who looks at the guy saying, We can make a difference! We can change the world! and saying, No, youre not actually gonna do that,' he lamented. Eight years ago Im screaming Yes we can! Now I just want someone who knows what theyre doing. It makes me feel very old.