By the time this gets posted, most of you who are unfortunate enough
to read my little blog will have already voted. And I’ve waited until
today to post it because I don’t even for one second want to come
across as “this is who you should vote for.” YOU should vote for
whoever YOU deem most worthy. This is simply putting it out there for
one day, a day far away from now, when I’ll wish I could go back to
this day in our history, this monumental day for our nation, and see
exactly what the hell I was thinking.
I am a bit of a conspiracy theorist. I will never, ever check
Catcher in the Rye out of the library. I totally believe that JFK got
shot by the government to get us into ‘Nam. I am fairly sure that we
have proof of extra-terrestrial contact tucked away somewhere, and the
only reason they interviewed people like my skull-less uncle for Project Blue Book is to hide the evidence. To discredit sightings. To make us THINK it was insanity. Because, really, if that man told me the sky was over my head, that would only mean one thing: I was standing on it.
And so, as my paranoid little mind works, I am predicting a
McCain/Palin win tonight. Well, actually, I’m predicting and
Obama/Biden win, a big fat temper tantrum, and an eventual GOP win.
It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. *coughgorecough*
I hope that doesn’t happen. I dream that when the GOP starts
screaming FALSE COUNTS! that the DNC remembers that we still have a
president until January, and we’ll all happily wait while every single
vote gets counted, while all the re-votes are cast. If we can dump
$750 billion into the market; we can pay the salary of the vote
counters for a few extra weeks.
Hell, we’re CREATING JOBS!
But in all sincerity, I dream that I am wrong. I dream that
tomorrow night, that socialist, skinny, not-quite-black-enough Muslim
terrorist is my new president. I dream that over the next eight years,
he gets the chance to make every single person that threw those hideous
accusations around about him eat their words. I dream that my sons get
a president they deserve, one they can look up to, one they
will be proud in their golden years to say they can remember when he
was the president, one that maybe at least one of them will serve under
if they follow my family’s tradition of military service.
Yup, I come from a military family. Betcha didn’t know THAT.
I am really heartbroken about John McCain. I don’t understand what he’s doing, I really don’t.
2000 John McCain was a decent guy, and I’m afraid he took too many
lines from the Bush playbook after that race for the presidency. I
mean, remember how he had supposedly fathered an illegitimate child,
dark skinned child? Remember how he’d committed treason while a POW?
Or how he’d gone insane while he was imprisoned? And what did McCain
do about all those lies thrown around about him by the Bush camp?
He embraced the man and the soulless beast behind him. Here’s the thing, John McCain. I could almost, almost,
handle 8 more years of Bush. What I can’t handle is 8 more years of
the people that come with Bush. I can’t have my fear preyed upon
anymore. I can’t have my hopes exploited anymore. I can’t have my
intelligence insulted anymore. I can’t be lied to, tricked,
manipulated or talked down to anymore. I cannot allow a small group of
people to re-write the playbook for my nation’s management anymore. I
can’t handle the secrets, the deceits, the smears, the smoke and
This is OUR goddamn country, and those people you call friends don’t
seem to get that. If you choose to associate with them, take your
queues from them, then I don’t trust you with my country. I don’t
trust your judgment, and I am damn well not going to pay you to run the
show over decade that will see my boys become men. I’m not worried
about the company your parents kept when you were 8 years old; I’m
worried about the company you are CURRENTLY keeping.
If you are willing to add discrimination and hate to the
constitution of your home state, what are you going to do to the
nation’s constitution? If you believe community service is a joke,
something to mock, what kind of example are you setting for my
children? If you are willing to incite fear and hate into the hearts
of your constituency, what are you going to do to the citizens of the
entire nation, hell, the entire world, once you have a global
platform? If you can’t understand that opening up the health care
market will work out just about as well as deregulating the housing
market has, how can I trust you with my tax dollars, with decisions
that will affect my day to day life? And if you ever EVER put my
health or my daughter’s health into air quotes again, so help me god, I
will do everything in my power to get you thrown out of whatever office
it is you currently serve in.
Today, I dream that you, sir, are judged, not by the color of your
skin but the content of your character. Which you seem to have let
ambition rob you of.
Today, I am going to take my children to get portraits taken for the
first time in 2 1/2 years. We are going to come home and turn on The
Daily Show and watch history made. I will have tears in my eyes as I
watch the electoral countdown. My sons will stay up as long as it
takes for the votes to all come in, and I dream that they will watch
with pride as the first Black man in the history of this nation, this
nation that was built on the backs of too many fine, nameless,
forgetten black men, takes a stage and accepts his nomination.
My dream is also that someday, one day, my daughter will watch a woman do the same thing. Just not today, please, not today.
Cross Posted at Mr Lady's personal blog, Whiskey In My Sippy Cup
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