I know that liberal bloggers everywhere are filling the internet today with elation. Tired elation, of course. With all the noise in the streets and the sheer exhilaration at the words "President-Elect Barack Obama," I didn't pass out until well after 2 in the morning. And I awoke with a smile on my face.
Walking to work this morning, there were people still cheering, holding up copies of the Globe while everyone else sort of lazily smiled back. I passed the McCain headquarters, down the street from the building where I have class, and it was dark and lifeless.
Last night, sitting in a Democrat-sponsored party at a bar downtown, when Obama mentioned Atlanta in his acceptance speech, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks all of a sudden, wishing that I could be there at Ebenezer. Even if Georgia turned a sort of pinkish red before the night was through, the shots of people in Atlanta going nuts with happiness made me so homesick. The guy next to me patted me on the shoulder. He was there with his husband and waiting nervously for news about Proposition 8 in California--"I don't know if we'll still be married tomorrow," he said. But for the moment, we were all celebrating.
I don't even care about the damn offensive message in the bottle from the other night. I feel all my anxiety and dread wiped away. After EIGHT YEARS of constant disappointment and anger... Even though I know that the changing of the guard won't get my mom a new job right away, or pay for my grandma's retirement, or pay for my cousins' massive health bills, it just feels good in this shocked stupor.
Kudos to the folks in Obama, Japan, too. Those cats look like they have some fun.
November 5, 2008
November 3, 2008
Message In a Bottle
No, I am not referring to the crappy Kevin Costner flick or the repetitious Police song.
Tonight on my commute home, a clanking sound moving down the train heralded the arrival of a rolled up piece of paper stuffed into a Budweiser All-American bottle. The guy next to me opened it up and there was a picture of Obama with the words "Donkey Punch" typed up in big letters. Horrible.
Tonight on my commute home, a clanking sound moving down the train heralded the arrival of a rolled up piece of paper stuffed into a Budweiser All-American bottle. The guy next to me opened it up and there was a picture of Obama with the words "Donkey Punch" typed up in big letters. Horrible.
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