Oh say can you see?
Pundits have it that the youth vote, no matter how often it is encouraged, is not dependable; well … times have changed. Look at this video clip from Penn State — similar is happening across this nation. In every state, turnout … young and old, black and white, gay and straight … is huge; people are engaged. Apathy has disappeared. Politics is … finally … personal.
Over at the Daily Dish, Sullivan is posting voters commentary and you can feel the high in their tone! You can add your own thoughts and a picture from your polling experience over at Planet Waves.
My son reports a wait to vote in the Pea Patch; this doesn’t happen in S. Missouri villages like ours. My daughter is working the polls today in S. California, and she just called to say the lines are into the street and have been since they opened; old timers she’s working with say they’ve never seen this before.
I’m not entirely rational today — it’s not that my brain isn’t working, it’s that my heart is too. It occurs to me that I’ve spent the last five years, day in, day out, cataloging Bush’s crimes and encouraging readers to keep the Vision.
FIVE YEARS. And all that energy is converging on this one moment in time; solidifying in a pregnant moment of bright-blooming change. My brain can’t hear itself for the loud thump of my heart.
I’m sure … make that absolutely sure … that we are all in that kind of haze at the moment; we do not truly realize how much Bushian PTSD we’ve suffered. We are hesitant to hope, wary of promises. We’ve lived in the twilight zone between bitter acceptance and a kind of flight-or-fight adrenal overload. If it is, indeed, over now — tomorrow we will wake up not knowing how to react.
When prisoners are let out of jail, they are unfamiliar with sunlight, squinting against it like an enemy. We’ve been psychic prisoners for eight years — sunlight may seem confusing and unfamiliar. Try to remember when life wasn’t a series of incoming arrows to dodge, and turn your face up to the sun.
The Arizona Daily Star in Tucson gave me a thrill this morning, waiting until the last minute to issue their endorsement. Here’s the first line of their editorial:
We see America the way Barack Obama sees America.
Tucson is one of the many spots on the map I call home; it’s a university city and liberal enough, spiritual certainly … and Republican, absolutely. It’s also John McCain’s home state, and the one he’s been forced to campaign in to hold on to his numbers. ‘Zonies are an interesting and laid-back species — they live in hostile climes, accommodating weather and topography by adopting its patterns. They’re traditional by nature — and their political tradition is conservative.
But not today. Today they see America the way it CAN be. Today they have the Vision!
George Bush has done his best to kill this nation off — to isolate, neglect and denigrate Her … and now comes a man who says he remembers what She was and what She can be again. It’s no wonder they call him The One … he’s like a voice in the wilderness. He has kept the memory of the nation that produced him; he asks us to remember who we are.
Do you? Can you recall how we took for granted being American? How we assumed our civil liberties would be in place forever, unshakable? How we took pride in being a nation of ethical rules, like the Geneva Conventions? How we simply assumed that things would be righted, not ignored? That we would be protected, not exploited? That we could count on Constitutionality, not fall prey to signing statements?
All these long years after 9/11, bin Laden is still free; surrealistically, I read recently that he’s writing his memoirs (and not surprisingly, that link is no longer available.) WRITING HIS MEMOIRS! What? He’ll have a book-signing at yer local Borders? He’ll autograph a copy for you?
All these years after Abu Ghraib, we’re still holding political prisoners in Iraq and other covert spots and Gitmo remains open for business. We have Chinese Muslims there nobody wants — so we’ll keep them locked up forever?
All these years after Katrina, there is less restoration in the Big Easy than crime and violence. Levy’s have not been fixed to withstand another hurricane and much of the city lies moldering. Refugee’s have still not returned home.
Obama is a referendum on Bush’s terms … and on the conservative model back to Nixon and Reagan. Put a fork in ‘em — they’re done.
If Libby Dole loses her campaign — and it appears she well may — it will be the first time since 1952 that a Dole or a Bush haven’t had their fingers in the American pie, pulling strings, priming cronies and setting covert agendas … the kind that came to fruition in the improbable heir-apparent and first-born of Barbara Bush.
It’s a new day. And the question of how you see America is what’s driving people to stand for hours to vote — some in the rain, as here in California today. It’s what’s driving elders to think they have the wherewithal to stand in line longer than their legs can hold them, and depend on strangers to help them do it. It’s what’s allowing parents to deal with their impatient little one’s as they stand in long lines, telling them how important this task. It’s encouraging people of color, as a friend reported in Virginia, to endure questions about their eligibility from snippy poll workers.
This is the day we put our faith in the God/dess of liberty and equality and ask her to beat the pants off that old lightning-throwing, thunder-belching, partisan God of the Old Testament; it’s past time He took his place in antiquity.
It’s time to move along — no matter who wins this election, we’re moving along.
Today we define our future. It doesn’t end up in our hands very often … don’t miss this opportunity. VOTE!
Just one article, today — it took my fancy and pleased my heart. Read it while you wait to see what happens next.
Jude
It’s Official, I Also Endorse Obama
Stephen Elliott, HuffPo
November 3, 2008
I took my time deciding on whether to publicly support Barack Hussein Obama for President of the United States. For starters, I didn’t know if I could trust him. I’m from Chicago and ten years ago a friend of mine got burned on a bag of skunk weed on the South Side, not far from where Obama was teaching law classes. Admittedly, this was northeast of Hyde Park at 63rd and Cottage Grove, outside of Harold’s Chicken Shack, and I’m not saying Obama had anything to do with it, but Obama knew where he was living and who he was associating with. Obama might not live in a rough area, but he lives close to one.
Further, I was concerned about Obama’s economic policies. He wants to tax people who make more than $250,000 and give tax breaks to what he calls “the middle class.”
People throw around the term “middle class” like it applies to everyone. I don’t know what that means to those of us sharing one-bedroom rent-controlled apartments. John McCain wants to give more money to the rich. That may not help me, but at least I get it. The man has ten houses; he’s talking about himself and his friends. Where I come from we always chose loyalty over integrity. It’s the code.
When I saw John McCain speak recently he promised to win the war in Iraq, and then use the “surge” to win the war in Afghanistan. The problem is the war in Iraq is unwinnable. It’s part of the larger war on terror. We missed our chance to sink a trillion dollars into Afghanistan and turn Tora Bora into Switzerland. What McCain was talking about when he promised to win in Iraq is magic. If McCain were able to do such a thing he would be the last wizard. How often do we get a chance to elect the most powerful person in the world to the most powerful position in the world?
Yet there are things about McCain I just can’t accept. He’s against socialism but promises to save social security and medicare. His wife’s a former drug addict who insists she’s loved America every day of her life, but her father made all of his millions bottling Belgium Beer. McCain’s economic team is full of the evangelists of bank deregulation. I might have already hit on this, but in Chicago you always watch the person with the money. You count the money when they leave and you count the money when they come back. Deregulation is based on trust, and trusting people holding large sums of money is ridiculous. Deregulation is a mantra for the greedy and the foolish. My father used to say if you sit at a poker table and you don’t see the mark, you’re the mark. If you’re in favor of deregulation and you’re not rich, you’re the mark.
I like Barack because he believes in talking with people. Last night, in Miami, John McCain said he wouldn’t sit down and talk to Hugo Chavez adding the Venezuelan leader to a long list of enemies he’s not speaking to that also includes the Prime Minister of Spain. Someone once complained to Winston Churchill about the endless discussions of the United Nations. “Better talk, talk, talk,” he replied, “than war, war, war.” On the other hand Churchill was a colonialist who hated Gandhi. But what I’m saying is I want a candidate who sits down with the world. We’ve already gone to war with “terror” and lost, it’s time to try not going to war. It might hurt our pride but there’ll be a lot less suffering.
For me, the most desirable trait in a president is that he doesn’t get us attacked. I mean, remember that big mouth kid that was always getting smacked around by football players three years older than you? You wouldn’t put that guy in charge of your group because then, when he started insulting all the meatheads, you would also be in line for a beatdown. It’s OK to hang out with the big mouth at your home or in some other enclosed space, but on the schoolyard it’s best just to stay away from that guy because you know one day someone’s going to shoot a missile up his ass.
I’m also supporting Barack because he’s the only candidate who’s not George Bush. Plus, he’s almost absurdly cool. What sealed it was when he went out in blue jeans and a leather jacket and gave a speech in Pennsylvania. That picture, on the cover of the New York Times, is one of the coolest photographs of any candidate, anywhere. That same day John McCain cancelled a rally because of rain. I want a rain or shine president who is also a rockstar. Someone who inspires those around me to make sacrifices, even if I don’t always make sacrifices with them. Finally, it’s important to me that the President of the United States is smarter than me. And if the president dies, on account of being old, I expect the Vice President to be smarter than me too. I want a President who understands plumbers, but I don’t want a plumber as Secretary of State.
Barack is supported by Allison Winfield, who I met at the Obama rally in Sunnyside, Florida. Allison’s hot enough to melt a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream truck on the north pole. At that same rally a group of women screamed from the back bleachers, “We love you Obama!” Barack raised his hand, looking straight ahead, and said, “I love you back.” It was a Shaft moment.
In other words, I’ve spent as much time as allowed and gathered all the information. I’ve read the Drudge Report and Talking Points Memo. I’ve seen Matt Drudge swinging in seedy gay clubs near South Beach and Josh Marshall bleary eyed wearing sweat pants at the Democratic Convention. I’ve come to the only conclusion available to me. For those undecideds left in the American hinterland, I invite you to join me. Make up your mind! Walk the rainbow with me to the polls this Tuesday! ++
“So keep fightin’ for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don’t you forget to have fun doin’ it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin’ ass and celebratin’ the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was.”
~ Molly Ivins, 1944 - 2007
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