Obama, who inspires a song in the heart of the world.
Yes, I gush.
And yes, I ignore hard realities, as do we all from time to time—possibly every moment of every day--in order to maintain sanity.
So, before tearing the patriotic bunting off this dream of ours, try to remember a time you’ve yearned for leaders and messengers who speak to your hopes and not to your fears. Leaders who inspire the part of your heart that yearns to fly rather than the part that crouches in darkness.
Here you have such leadership, if you’re willing to seize it, right at your fingertips.
Savor the moment.
Celebrate the vote, the victory.
Work to make it happen.
Come 2009 we can back fill, revise, hold Obama’s feet to the fire, return to old habits of thought.
If. We. Must.
Something tells me won’t have to. For once we’ll have a unified government under an articulate administrator who is one part prophet, poet, policy wonk and, yes, warrior, should push comes to shove.
No need to remind me it’s not a done deal.
The people who supported all the bad policy that led to nationalizing our banks on the way to racking up a $10-trillion! national debt are telling us Obama’s a socialist. Absurd as that sounds, who knows? This latest in a series of low, dishonest tactics could work. The suspense is killing me.
After all, I’ve always been skeptical of our chances for success. I’m the one who chided a starry-eyed friend at a party last winter, just after Obama won the Iowa caucuses, for even dreaming this could become a reality. That a man of color with the subversive sounding cartoon name Barack Hussein Obama, could be our next president.
"Honey, why set yourself up?" I asked. "This country won’t let that happen." I still hear the condescension dripping from my lips. And yet, miracle of miracles. I was wrong! It’s happening!
Wake me up. I must be dreaming!
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