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11-04-08.
The day that changed everything. For the first time in a long time, I am seeing midnight with a sense of hope. Barak Obama has won the Presidency of the United States. I watched the election with some of my best friends and got the news from John Stewart (we were switching between him and CNN and missed the announcement) and then I came back to school to hundred of screaming girls running across campus, some of them sans shirts screaming with a joy and a weight that they didn't seem to know they possessed. Even now, I'm sitting in my room with my window open listening to woots and hollars of just complete joy that things are changing, that we as a country are finally a part of something historic, and that the things that we do matter.
And for the first time in eight years, I have some semblence of faith restored in the voting system. I remember eight years ago and having the election snapped from below our fingers, and I remember the sense of complete and abject wretchedness that we all suffered because of it. Maggie's mom Carol mentioned that we had to have these eight years and billions of dollars stolen from us in order to get to this moment and right now it feels like it's worth it to see the dreams of so many years and so many Americans realized.
Right now we look forward to the hope, and to the realization that this election changes everything, but the true change is going to come in the months ahead. This country is broken,and hopefully through Omama it can be fixed.
Although a part of me is expecting Toclofane to come from the sky and Obama to be part Timelord.
Yes we can. We so can. And for the first time, it feels like we really can.
The day that changed everything. For the first time in a long time, I am seeing midnight with a sense of hope. Barak Obama has won the Presidency of the United States. I watched the election with some of my best friends and got the news from John Stewart (we were switching between him and CNN and missed the announcement) and then I came back to school to hundred of screaming girls running across campus, some of them sans shirts screaming with a joy and a weight that they didn't seem to know they possessed. Even now, I'm sitting in my room with my window open listening to woots and hollars of just complete joy that things are changing, that we as a country are finally a part of something historic, and that the things that we do matter.
And for the first time in eight years, I have some semblence of faith restored in the voting system. I remember eight years ago and having the election snapped from below our fingers, and I remember the sense of complete and abject wretchedness that we all suffered because of it. Maggie's mom Carol mentioned that we had to have these eight years and billions of dollars stolen from us in order to get to this moment and right now it feels like it's worth it to see the dreams of so many years and so many Americans realized.
Right now we look forward to the hope, and to the realization that this election changes everything, but the true change is going to come in the months ahead. This country is broken,and hopefully through Omama it can be fixed.
Yes we can. We so can. And for the first time, it feels like we really can.
