Changes.
So today is a monumental day. In our history. In the history of the world. I don't know what else to say right now other than I think I want to reflect on something I wrote exactly four years ago in this sucker...
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November 2004
I feel like there isn't one thing I could possibly do to make myself feel any better. This is so depressing. And it's entirely out of my control. I just don't understand some people's beliefs. We are officially a proven nation shrouded in hate, pre-judgment, and religious hypocracy. We project to the rest of the world that we are destructive, vile, and unipolar beyond their worst expectations.
So I finally conclude that we are justifiably game for any destruction or terrorist act brought onto our country. I think I would only be a hypocrite if I asked anyone else in the world to act with peace. Kill us all. It's a scary thought, but it's justifiable. Does that scare anyone?
I just wish that people took a better approach to life. When a gay couple is more controversial then mass executions for an unjust cause happening in Iraq, I think personal opinions need to be reevaluated. When an unborn fetus is worth more than the livelihood of millions of living human beings throughout the nation, I think people should question their own morality.
Take everything in stride. Take the next four years in stride. Just be sure to realize that hope is slowly diminishing and that life itself is being destroyed.
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Well things have surely changed. Last night to stand there in the bar, with my new friends who I'm closer to now than I've been to anyone, I saw this man speaking on the television. This African American man. This man that looked like all of us, sounded like all of us and sent a distinct message to all of us. With his beautiful wife and lovely girls, it was just so picturesque. Something I haven't seen in ages.
I cried a bit. Perhaps it was the champagne. But I think it was something more. Something reminiscent of my past and bringing me back to a place I missed. A place where I used to sit with my father and talk and believe changes were possible. I've spent years stuck in thinking I lived in a hopeless country, in a hopeless life. And last night, I just saw the difference.
I'm taking it as a sign. A sign that I can start my life over again, get it back on track...take the blows I've been dealt and move on, embrace the good that exists. Because when I looked around last night, it felt like New Years. The faces around me, the hope in the air.
Promise for change.
And that's real.
Until then...
"This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can."-BO
_________
November 2004
I feel like there isn't one thing I could possibly do to make myself feel any better. This is so depressing. And it's entirely out of my control. I just don't understand some people's beliefs. We are officially a proven nation shrouded in hate, pre-judgment, and religious hypocracy. We project to the rest of the world that we are destructive, vile, and unipolar beyond their worst expectations.
So I finally conclude that we are justifiably game for any destruction or terrorist act brought onto our country. I think I would only be a hypocrite if I asked anyone else in the world to act with peace. Kill us all. It's a scary thought, but it's justifiable. Does that scare anyone?
I just wish that people took a better approach to life. When a gay couple is more controversial then mass executions for an unjust cause happening in Iraq, I think personal opinions need to be reevaluated. When an unborn fetus is worth more than the livelihood of millions of living human beings throughout the nation, I think people should question their own morality.
Take everything in stride. Take the next four years in stride. Just be sure to realize that hope is slowly diminishing and that life itself is being destroyed.
_______________
Well things have surely changed. Last night to stand there in the bar, with my new friends who I'm closer to now than I've been to anyone, I saw this man speaking on the television. This African American man. This man that looked like all of us, sounded like all of us and sent a distinct message to all of us. With his beautiful wife and lovely girls, it was just so picturesque. Something I haven't seen in ages.
I cried a bit. Perhaps it was the champagne. But I think it was something more. Something reminiscent of my past and bringing me back to a place I missed. A place where I used to sit with my father and talk and believe changes were possible. I've spent years stuck in thinking I lived in a hopeless country, in a hopeless life. And last night, I just saw the difference.
I'm taking it as a sign. A sign that I can start my life over again, get it back on track...take the blows I've been dealt and move on, embrace the good that exists. Because when I looked around last night, it felt like New Years. The faces around me, the hope in the air.
Promise for change.
And that's real.
Until then...
"This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can."-BO