The 44th President of the United States of America

Communist

Socialist

Terrorist

That One

Unpatriotic

Naive

Celebrity

Barack Obama is the President of the United States of America.  It will take some time and reflection to put that sentence into full consciousness.  A Black man… with a middle eastern-sounding name… the product of an interracial union.  A political newcomer.   A neophyte who overcame two of the most powerful names in U.S. political history.  This is the way it had to happen… this is the time it had to happen… this is the person to make it happen.

Two years ago we did not think this outcome was possible.  Twenty years ago we had a Black nominee for President but his candidacy was seen as largely symbolic.  Two hundred years ago this country had just stopped the sanctioned slave trade.  Two months from now we will swear in a Black President.  Two hundred years from now this moment will still be acknowledged.

This election is transitional but the Barack Obama administration has the potential to be transformational.  It’s all there… we are poised to change the fundamental relationship many citizens have with this country.  We have the potential to engage tens of millions of people who have always been here but were “passing through”… disconnected from the country… left out of the dream… unaccounted for in the halls of power… below the threshold of representation.  

Eat Dirt Or Die

I was talking with a friend the other day who mentioned some pregnant women crave dirt, not dirt meaning gossip, dirt meaning dirt… soil… the stuff on the bottom of your shoe.  It made me think of an article I read a few months ago about Haiti.  An AP reporter wrote a story detailing how the poorest of the poor are essentially eating dirt aka “mud cookies” to survive.  The article messed with my head… I couldn’t shake it.  I wanted to write about it in this space but what do you say?  This is literally unbelievable.   

You Look Like You’re Going To Do Something

Remember how your Mom always knew when you were up to something funky?  Minutes away from launching the most intricate plot known to 11 year-olds… just as you are ready to strike – here she comes.  “What are you doing?!?”  Your auto-response [in sing-song voice], “Nothing…”  And she hits you with, “Well you look like you were about to do something and you better not.”  Mission aborted.  Mom pulled a preemptive strike.  Well Sam, your favorite uncle, has decided Mom’s spidey senses can be co-opted and used to keep us safe… from the terrorists and insurgents… at the cost of civil liberties.   

Today’s Mathematics

So we’re still in a war** based completely on half-truths, manipulation and flat out lies.  We have known about the lies for years now but, hey, got to support the troops - right?  I want to support the troops… by bringing them home.  The only time we hear about Iraq now is when some politician makes a secret [though somehow broadcast on TV] visit or the casualties hit a round number… 1000, 2000, 3000, etc.  What about number 4092?  That soldier’s death is no less significant than number 1000 or 292 or 3018 or any other one.  I took a look at some of the other numbers… even the ones that were not round.  

Freudian Slip?

Man this chick is really biting the inside of her mouth right now. She is trying to put the good face on the fact that the [democratic nomination] party is over but it is killing her. Watch this video from a recent interview with Wolf Blitzer. Even as she is trying to make the point that her folks should vote for Barack over McCain since Obama’s ideals are closer to hers, she still can’t quite get it out right. Check her “slip” at the 1:17 point of the video.

You clinton apologists should peep this… in her heart of hearts she would rather see grandpa in office. I guess she figures he would be easier to take down after one term… no matter the cost to the rest of us. This wolf has long since ditched her sheep skin… wake up people.