Look, the day IS historic. This man is the embodiment of victory over decades of terrible injustice doled out simply because of skin color. He represents the triumph of tolerance (the good kind) and hard work. For this, today did deserve hearty celebration.
*8 and 3/4 month pregnant pause*
However, it ought not be forgotten that there are other potent truths this man represents. He is the product of a campaign that ran on a platform of two planks. Plank 1 – Bush had destroyed life as we once knew it, and I can fix all the problems George W. Bush has visited upon your life. And Plank 2 – I am the embodiment of hope and change. I will instill hope because I will bring change. We need change because George W. Bush has ruined your life. See Plank 1.
And when one strays from the essential and ultra-fluffy two themes of Obama’s run for the White House and gets into the policies he does espouse, you find a man who believes we need to spend more money to fix huge budget shortfalls. You discover a President that is fervently pro choice and an advocate of the gay agenda. Your inquiries will meet a Chief who’s clung to an uber-liberal marching order so tightly in his caeer, as to render his high-flying rhetoric about bi-partisanship today of similar veracity to a Britney Spears program on abstinence only sex education.
So, not to be Johnny Raincloud – but the next four years may seem a bit like a longer version of the biblical battle when Joshua made the sun and moon stand still so the Israelites could beat the tar out of the Canaanites. (Oh Yasar Arafat, where have you gone…) Eloquent explication does not equal success. And a singular speech about happy-dappy-handholding across party lines does not erase a year of self-serving sandblasting of those whom the speaker disagrees.
*Large intake of breath*
I think in the song ‘Desert Rose’, Sting says something about dreams that are tied to a ‘horse that will never die’. That’s some food for thought.
Today’s not all bad though – I finally made it to the exercise room in my new appartment complex tonight. I even figured out how to use most of the weight machines the first time I tried. I imagine the sense of victory I feel is something askin to what Roosevelt and his Roughriders experienced after charging up San Juan Hill.
It’s been almost a month now since the last audio installment of This Week with Goose, and I extend my hearty apologies for visiting this travesty upon you (or not visiting a travesty on you depending who you talk to). The good tidings – the next volume is already in the works and will be avaliable later this week.
Have a tremendous mid-week!