We The People

June of 1919, women were not allowed to vote in the United States. With the passage of the Nineteenth Amendment to the Constitution, half the country could finally exercise their rights as part of the democratic process. In 1920, women could vote. It took nearly one hundred fifty years to make it happen, but suddenly the principles upon which this nation was founded started to become a reality. It took almost another century before there was a woman nominated by a major party for whom we could all vote for president. This is not necessarily a campaign ad for Hillary Clinton, but it bears some notice.
Let's take a look back at our previous chief executives: Old white guy, old white guy,  old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old white guy, old not white guy.
Number forty-four bucked a trend after more than two hundred years of white male dominance. Now we have an opportunity to spread the love a step further by hopping the gender line. Jewish Latino woman would have been the real package, but for now we'll take the Southern White woman with a resume that says, "Why not me?"
Don't answer that one yet, by the way. We've still got five months of discussion and conventions and hoopla to live through before the balloons drop. For whomever the country chooses.