Pre-Dawn; November 4th 2008
I present this from that side of my brain that occasionally drinks beer and types while listening to rock and roll; I have obviously almost not really edited this . . . heheheheheheheheheheeehheheehheeheh . . . .
enjoy!!!
- finite
Nearing two o’ clock in the am, November 4, 2008.
I’ve got this Obama button sitting on my desk; I just pulled it off of my hat because Michigan doesn’t allow electoral paraphernalia at the polls, so I pulled it and tossed it down amongst the rest of the paraphernalia that clutters my work space, you know, computer screens and empty beer bottles.
Hope can seems like an odd sentiment to be sweeping through the demographic that I sincerely hope is going to play a phenomenal role in putting Barack Obama into the seat of the presidency, I mean, it’s become more exposed as ‘change’ but there is implicit hope in that change.
Record voter registration, there’s already been a record turnout in the early voting, and today . . . today we shall see more of the same.
And if I could take on the voice of John McCain for just a second . . .
“My friends, we are about to elect that guy.”
Yes we are, and in record numbers, like some kind of grand public moratorium on the last eight years, which America so desperately needs to apologize for if humanity really wants a shot at moving forward in any sort of meaningful way.
I say this from the belly of the beautiful beast . . .
I say this as the man who cackled with laughter, howled and was terribly excited at the way November 2000 played out, excitedly proclaiming that this was what we finally needed to wake the fuck up in this bizarre Babylon that we had crafted for ourselves . . . you have to understand that I was an agitated environmentalist during the Clinton years, and I was convinced that we had finally seen an end to the two-party system that sadly makes such a mockery of political discussion.
The bush Years have been Tough.
I still stand steadfastly to my position that idealism can be maintained, but I am willing to acknowledge that the world will occasionally align to grind that shit right out of you if you’re willing to let it.
The bush Years have been Tough.
Today, November 4, 2008.
I sat here for a couple of minutes, and I wondered what I wanted to say, I hashed out a couple of really ugly pieces about the powers that be and what have you . . .
but I don’t want to sully this day with dumb fucking bullshit that can be avoided and overcome.
I really want to talk about hope.
I’d really, really enjoy a world where people were willing to talk about hope.
I’d be willing to settle for a world where most people were willing to talk to each other, without preconditions.
I know either one of those worlds can seem like they’re a long way off, but I’m convinced that we can have a lot of fun building them if enough people are willing to confess that they’d have a lot of fun trying to build them.
For me, this election is more of a thermometer than anything else. My hopes are not pinned on Barack Obama to accomplish much of anything. My hopes are pinned on the fact that what Barack Obama represents could mean so much for the mental landscape if we can put him into the seat of the Presidency in a bloody landslide the like of which we haven’t seen since Goldwater ran . . .
If I can look at an electoral map tonight and see a sea of blue, I’ll almost certainly weep, confronted by a sea of red, I don’t know what will become of me . . .
confessing that scares the shit out of me,
which is why I’ve got two alarms set to wake me up,
so I can go vote,
I’m hoping for a circus
I always enjoy a circus
if the participants
are still having fun