History Made!

From the students from Selma, to the Tuskegee Airman, those who made the journey and braved the frigid temperatures bear witness to history. As I sit alone in Oakland, California (half a world away) I bear witness in awe. My hands are shaking as I hold my head and view the coming change. It is more than the undeniable charisma of one man; it is instead the collective dreams of a nation come to beautifully vivid reality. This moment possible because of millions who wished it so. Continue reading History Made!

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Still trying to find the words

Two days removed from the historic election, I am still trying to find the words to describe how I feel. The joy and elation (now ebbing), and giving way to nervousness and uncertainty. Not for the country, not for the man, but for us. As I rode the bus yesterday I heard the cheers and chants of the young kids not old enough to vote. In the morning they were jubilant and full of promise, by mid afternoon they had degenerated into mindlessness and foolishness. The happy Obama chants had become the stoned stupid cries of high kids on the back off the bus. It was disheartening because I know it was not isolated to the bus I was riding.I had heard the stories during the day of the celebrations throughout the streets of Oakland and the idiocy that marred the event. Continue reading Still trying to find the words

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Change or Die!

I’ve been thinking of how I was going to end this. The most important election cycle of my life (to date), has been filled with the most blogs I have ever written or posted (to date). I have followed each and every up and down, twist and turn for the last eighteen months. It has been serious at times, humorous at others. I have had my doubts and fears, and moments of joy and pride. I have debated the merits of Hillary Clinton and John McCain versus our next President Barack Obama. I have argued and admired with others. I have delved into this process far more than even I would have thought. It is no small event.The historic nature is of course the draw. The possibility and symbolism of a black U.S. president is no small feat. Continue reading Change or Die!

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Fuck-Tards are running our country

I’m sitting here at my desk playing spider Solitaire and listening to MSNBC in the back ground. As you know the Republican National Conference is going on and it’s an even bigger joke than anyone could fictionalize. These idiots keep spitting out the exact same lines over and over again no matter what the question. It’s starting to look like Dubbya is the smartest one in that party. These vie bastards who have done everything in the last eight years to destroy this country and disregard the constitution, alienate our allies and spread war and death across the globe. Continue reading Fuck-Tards are running our country

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What A Diffrence A Day makes

Trying not only to steal the thunder from Obama’s big night, McCain has picked someone who would also make history. They went after the weakest spot; the Hillary voters that Obama had spent all week trying to swoon. But will placing a conservative anti-abortion, anti- welfare, pro-Alaska-drilling, governor. Who-by the way-has only been governor for 18 months, and prior to that she was the mayor of a town with less than 10,000 residents. In her coming out speech this morning she immediately went for the Hillary voters. As if to say “Hey I’m a woman-vote for me now”. All the while the McCain camp has went after Obama’s experience record and said he was not ready. What now? This pick was clearly an attempt to steal the headlines and show that McCain’s ticket too will make history. So white people want feel so bad not voting for Obama. Continue reading What A Diffrence A Day makes

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Fuck You bitch!

Oh I forgot, my grandmother used to tell me how when she was young there was a water fountain for white men, a water fountain for colored people, and no water fountain for white women! When black people were getting all that free water sprayed on them, poor white women were parched. When black women were riding comfortably in the back of the bus (being driving around by white men). Poor white women had to be shuttled around alone by black men that looked like Morgan Freeman. Continue reading Fuck You bitch!

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