Last night, I taught Jack how to say "Yes We Can."
I also taught Virgil how to say "I Have A Dream. . ."
I live with a bunch of geniuses, I tell you!
I’m extremely happy, as you can guess. I don’t think Obama is going to leap right in and shoot rainbows out his fingertips – I’m a pragmatic person, and my expectations out of any administration are – well, I try to keep them realistic. What I do think, though, is that we have a President Elect who will represent us well on the world stage, because of his rhetorical skills, his intellect, his education, and also because his occupation of the Commander in Chief role proves that "a skinny kid with a funny name" and cocoa colored skin and a single white mom and an Arabic middle name and a Muslim, absent father can be elected. We are the melting pot, we are the place where a poor, essentially fatherless kid can work hard, get an education and rise to the top, and I do hope that President Elect Obama can help us move towards a more purple United States of America, where we can "disagree without being disagreeable." Whether his policy ideas have all the answers or not, I think through his campaign he has elevated political discourse a few degrees, which is something we needed very much to combat Rove and Schmidt and Limbaugh, in whose best interest it has always been to divide, deride, and inflame (and these men and those of their ilk tend to serve their best interest, which has cost the Republican party a great deal more than just this election.)
I have lots of hope for what the election outcome means for our country, without even considering what comes next.
Good things. Good things.
How I wish for him that his grandmother had lived another day.