Election Day EEEEE!
Oh, New Hampshire, never change.
Oh my GOD. Only about six hours till the polls start closing, and I have a job interview to do and I don't know how I can endure it! *bites nails*
If you live in California, PLEASE remember to help defeat Proposition 8. Wherever you are, and no matter how excited you are about the presidential contest, please remember that the race keeps going all the way down the ballot!
Edit I ♥ John Barrowman. Yes, I have been wearing that tshirt out and about town all day today.
Edit 2: Electric Boogaloo! Rachel Maddow's biography on Twitter reads, "i see political people..."
*crush intensifies*
Edit 3: Yes, I am doing it this way so my flist doesn't strangle me for making a bajillion updates. I Didn't Vote for Obama Today. This made me cry.
Here's the thing: this feels like a hugely important election. And I haven't said that out in public, because I am only 22. I am practically a baby; what the hell do I know? Maybe when you are 22, every election feels like the most important election in decades. But I am reading so many comments and so many journal entries from people far older than I, who say this one feels different.
Maybe the reason we love Obama so much, the reason this movement leaves people crying with joy as they exit polling places and videotaping their children filling in the bubble for Obama, is because he makes it feel that important. Four years ago, I thought the election was a big deal because I hated Bush. This year? I haven't thought about Bush once in the context of the election. I don't hate McCain- if anything, I feel a little sorry for him, just like I feel a little sorry for Hillary. Wrong election, wrong year. It isn't about them.
I am a student of history, and I have always wondered, "How does it feel to be part of something that will end up in the history books? Do you realize it, while it's happening? Can you feel something like that in the air?"
Many many years from now, this election will go down in the history books. Hopefully, as the restoration of the standing of America in the world and the start of a long downward trend of partisan division, negative campaigning, and religious culture wars in America. Probably, as the election of the first black president of this nation. Certainly, at least, as the first serious black challenger to the presidency and a truly different kind of campaign in terms of funding, volunteering, and excitement.
And one day they will ask, "Did you know, while it was happening? Could you feel it in the air, this thing you were a part of?"
We will remember that there is something happening in America, that we are not as divided as our politics suggest, that we are one people, we are one nation.
And, together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story, with three words that will ring from coast to coast, from sea to shining sea: Yes, we can.
Oh my GOD. Only about six hours till the polls start closing, and I have a job interview to do and I don't know how I can endure it! *bites nails*
If you live in California, PLEASE remember to help defeat Proposition 8. Wherever you are, and no matter how excited you are about the presidential contest, please remember that the race keeps going all the way down the ballot!
Edit I ♥ John Barrowman. Yes, I have been wearing that tshirt out and about town all day today.
Edit 2: Electric Boogaloo! Rachel Maddow's biography on Twitter reads, "i see political people..."
*crush intensifies*
Edit 3: Yes, I am doing it this way so my flist doesn't strangle me for making a bajillion updates. I Didn't Vote for Obama Today. This made me cry.
Here's the thing: this feels like a hugely important election. And I haven't said that out in public, because I am only 22. I am practically a baby; what the hell do I know? Maybe when you are 22, every election feels like the most important election in decades. But I am reading so many comments and so many journal entries from people far older than I, who say this one feels different.
Maybe the reason we love Obama so much, the reason this movement leaves people crying with joy as they exit polling places and videotaping their children filling in the bubble for Obama, is because he makes it feel that important. Four years ago, I thought the election was a big deal because I hated Bush. This year? I haven't thought about Bush once in the context of the election. I don't hate McCain- if anything, I feel a little sorry for him, just like I feel a little sorry for Hillary. Wrong election, wrong year. It isn't about them.
I am a student of history, and I have always wondered, "How does it feel to be part of something that will end up in the history books? Do you realize it, while it's happening? Can you feel something like that in the air?"
Many many years from now, this election will go down in the history books. Hopefully, as the restoration of the standing of America in the world and the start of a long downward trend of partisan division, negative campaigning, and religious culture wars in America. Probably, as the election of the first black president of this nation. Certainly, at least, as the first serious black challenger to the presidency and a truly different kind of campaign in terms of funding, volunteering, and excitement.
And one day they will ask, "Did you know, while it was happening? Could you feel it in the air, this thing you were a part of?"
We will remember that there is something happening in America, that we are not as divided as our politics suggest, that we are one people, we are one nation.
And, together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story, with three words that will ring from coast to coast, from sea to shining sea: Yes, we can.