Obama!!
We were pumped, psyched, and other words usually reserved for seeing rock stars. People from all over the city and suburbs were there, exchanging details "Oh I have family in Shaker Heights" - "Did you take the green line or the blue line?" "Is that near Chagrin Falls?" We were diverse and yet united. All walks of life, ages, and backgrounds, mingling freely.
Behind us, the Brown's game was in full swing, the stadium seemed a bowl of orange, emitting far-off cheers at random moments - it wasn't hard for me to keep up with the score, what with many men in the crowd surreptitiously listening to pocket radios.
(An' all I gotta say is, Browns, babies, you are are better than that. Look at Josh Cribb's kick return for a TD. Look at all the amazing plays by Sean Rogers. Edwards might drop a pass now and then, but sometimes he looks like he has glue for hands. You can and will do better. *hugs*)
Anyway, I wasn't there for the game, or even for a free Bruce Springsteen concert - though that was nice. We were all there to see the one, the only, Barakstar himself, our -god we hope- future president.
And all around me there were signs and t-shirts - all different. These aren't manufactured by some single party or organization. There were "Teamsters for Obama" and "Firefighters for Obama" and "Teachers for Obama" and even better yet the plain-old "People for Obama" - unaligned, unorganized, spontaneous! There were artistic shirts and subtle. Bands, hats, mugs, jackets.
And wouldn't it be wonderful, to have a president people are proud of again? My god, the man talks to us like we are adults. He talks about responsibility. About integrity. About putting our practical needs above ideology.
So if we all sound a little too effusive, too caught up in a cult of personality, remember that it's been a long, long time since anyone talked to us like we had working brains. Politics in America has been prisoner of the sound-bite for too long. It's time for someone whose policies can't be summed up in headlines and zingers, someone willing to *gasp* listen to opposition! To seek unity over our common needs rather than endlessly worrying at party lines.
This guy can get it done. If only because we believe.
Behind us, the Brown's game was in full swing, the stadium seemed a bowl of orange, emitting far-off cheers at random moments - it wasn't hard for me to keep up with the score, what with many men in the crowd surreptitiously listening to pocket radios.
(An' all I gotta say is, Browns, babies, you are are better than that. Look at Josh Cribb's kick return for a TD. Look at all the amazing plays by Sean Rogers. Edwards might drop a pass now and then, but sometimes he looks like he has glue for hands. You can and will do better. *hugs*)
Anyway, I wasn't there for the game, or even for a free Bruce Springsteen concert - though that was nice. We were all there to see the one, the only, Barakstar himself, our -god we hope- future president.
And all around me there were signs and t-shirts - all different. These aren't manufactured by some single party or organization. There were "Teamsters for Obama" and "Firefighters for Obama" and "Teachers for Obama" and even better yet the plain-old "People for Obama" - unaligned, unorganized, spontaneous! There were artistic shirts and subtle. Bands, hats, mugs, jackets.
And wouldn't it be wonderful, to have a president people are proud of again? My god, the man talks to us like we are adults. He talks about responsibility. About integrity. About putting our practical needs above ideology.
So if we all sound a little too effusive, too caught up in a cult of personality, remember that it's been a long, long time since anyone talked to us like we had working brains. Politics in America has been prisoner of the sound-bite for too long. It's time for someone whose policies can't be summed up in headlines and zingers, someone willing to *gasp* listen to opposition! To seek unity over our common needs rather than endlessly worrying at party lines.
This guy can get it done. If only because we believe.