What Was Surely Going Through Obama's Head Yesterday, As Told By The Greatest Moment I've Ever Witnessed in Sports

In 1992, a 49 year old golfer named Freddy Couples stood on the green of the 12th hole at Augusta and watched his ball roll off the green and down the embankment to the water hazard below.  That ball should have gone in the water; every other ball to ever roll down that hill, (I believe) in the history of Augusta, had gone in.  Physics demanded the ball roll in.

The ball didn't roll in.  It came to rest on the lip of the green, no more than an inch from the water and, probably, the end of Freddy's career.

Couples defies physics.



There is no logical reason the ball stayed in play.  It just shouldn't have stopped.  It couldn't have stopped.  The gathering crowds stood in awe, stared, and watched what should have been a double bogey turn into a par-3 and then Fred Couples' first Master's win.  After a life devoted to remembering it, he found his authentic swing and won the grandest award offered in his sport.

Shortly after the game was over, before he'd left the course, a local reporter grabbed him and asked him, "Fred, what will you remember most about this day?"  Freddy turned to glance over his shoulder to his wife, turned back to the reporter, gave a little wink to the camera and said one word.

"Tonight."

If I Planned Presidential Inaugurations

I would have had someone read this poem, the same poem I have scribbled on scraps of paper and shoved into the back of each of my children's baby books, for one day far from now when I'm gone and they need strength.

By Audre Lorde, who keeps saving my life over and over again:

For Each of You

Be who you are and will be
learn to cherish
that boisterous Black Angel that drives you
up one day and down another
protecting the place where your power rises
running like hot blood
from the same source as your pain.

When you are hungry
learn to eat
whatever sustains you
until morning
but do not be misled by details
simply because you live them.

Do not let your head deny
your hands
any memory of what passes through them
nor your eyes     nor your heart
everything can be used
except what is wasteful
(you will need to remember this
when you are accused of destruction).
Even when they are dangerous
examine the heart of those machines
which you hate
before you discard them
but do not mourn their lack of power
lest you be condemned
to relive them.

If you never learn to hate
you will never be lonely
enough     to love easily
nor will you always be brave
although it does not grow any easier.

Do not pretend to convenient beliefs
even when they are righteous
you will never be able to defend your city
while shouting

Remember     our sun
is not the most noteworthy star
only the nearest.

Respect whatever pain you bring back
from your dreaming
but do not look for new gods
in the sea
nor in any part of a rainbow.

Each time you love
love as deeply
as if it were
forever
only nothing is
eternal.

Speak proudly to your children
where ever you may find them
tell them
you are the offspring of slaves
and your mother was
a princess
in darkness.

Your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy.
-President Barack Obama; Jan 20, 2009.

What A Dream I Had, Pressed In Organdy

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By the time this gets posted, most of you who are unfortunate enough to read my little blog will have already voted.  And I've waited until today to post it because I don't even for one second want to come across as "this is who you should vote for."  YOU should vote for whoever YOU deem most worthy.  This is simply putting it out there for one day, a day far away from now, when I'll wish I could go back to this day in our history, this monumental day for our nation, and see exactly what the hell I was thinking.

I am a bit of a conspiracy theorist.  I will never, ever check Catcher in the Rye out of the library.  I totally believe that JFK got shot by the government to get us into 'Nam.  I am fairly sure that we have proof of extra-terrestrial contact tucked away somewhere, and the only reason they interviewed people like my skull-less uncle for Project Blue Book is to hide the evidence.  To discredit sightings.  To make us THINK it was insanity.  Because, really, if that man told me the sky was over my head, that would only mean one thing: I was standing on it.

And so, as my paranoid little mind works, I am predicting a McCain/Palin win tonight.  Well, actually, I'm predicting and Obama/Biden win, a big fat temper tantrum, and an eventual GOP win.

It's not like it hasn't happened before. *coughgorecough*

I hope that doesn't happen.  I dream that when the GOP starts screaming FALSE COUNTS! that the DNC remembers that we still have a president until January, and we'll all happily wait while every single vote gets counted, while all the re-votes are cast.  If we can dump $750 billion into the market; we can pay the salary of the vote counters for a few extra weeks.

Hell, we're CREATING JOBS!

But in all sincerity, I dream that I am wrong.  I dream that tomorrow night, that socialist, skinny, not-quite-black-enough Muslim terrorist is my new president.  I dream that over the next eight years, he gets the chance to make every single person that threw those hideous accusations around about him eat their words.  I dream that my sons get a president they deserve, one they can look up to, one they will be proud in their golden years to say they can remember when he was the president, one that maybe at least one of them will serve under if they follow my family's tradition of military service.

Yup, I come from a military family.  Betcha didn't know THAT.

I am really heartbroken about John McCain.  I don't understand what he's doing, I really don't.  2000 John McCain was a decent guy, and I'm afraid he took too many lines from the Bush playbook after that race for the presidency.  I mean, remember how he had supposedly fathered an illegitimate child, dark skinned child?  Remember how he'd committed treason while a POW?  Or how he'd gone insane while he was imprisoned?  And what did McCain do about all those lies thrown around about him by the Bush camp?



He embraced the man and the soulless beast behind him.  Here's the thing, John McCain.  I could almost, almost, handle 8 more years of Bush.  What I can't handle is 8 more years of the people that come with Bush.  I can't have my fear preyed upon anymore.  I can't have my hopes exploited anymore.  I can't have my intelligence insulted anymore.  I can't be lied to, tricked, manipulated or talked down to anymore.  I cannot allow a small group of people to re-write the playbook for my nation's management anymore.  I can't handle the secrets, the deceits, the smears, the smoke and mirrors.

This is OUR goddamn country, and those people you call friends don't seem to get that.  If you choose to associate with them, take your queues from them, then I don't trust you with my country.  I don't trust your judgment, and I am damn well not going to pay you to run the show over decade that will see my boys become men.  I'm not worried about the company your parents kept when you were 8 years old; I'm worried about the company you are CURRENTLY keeping.



If you are willing to add discrimination and hate to the constitution of your home state, what are you going to do to the nation's constitution?  If you believe community service is a joke, something to mock, what kind of example are you setting for my children?  If you are willing to incite fear and hate into the hearts of your constituency, what are you going to do to the citizens of the entire nation, hell, the entire world, once you have a global platform?  If you can't understand that opening up the health care market will work out just about as well as deregulating the housing market has, how can I trust you with my tax dollars, with decisions that will affect my day to day life?  And if you ever EVER put my health or my daughter's health into air quotes again, so help me god, I will do everything in my power to get you thrown out of whatever office it is you currently serve in.

Today, I dream that you, sir, are judged, not by the color of your skin but the content of your character.  Which you seem to have let ambition rob you of.

Today, I am going to take my children to get portraits taken for the first time in 2 1/2 years.  We are going to come home and turn on The Daily Show and watch history made.  I will have tears in my eyes as I watch the electoral countdown.  My sons will stay up as long as it takes for the votes to all come in, and I dream that they will watch with pride as the first Black man in the history of this nation, this nation that was built on the backs of too many fine, nameless, forgetten black men, takes a stage and accepts his nomination.

My dream is also that someday, one day, my daughter will watch a woman do the same thing.  Just not today, please, not today.


Cross posted on my personal page at BlogHer.com.  Because I'm a glutton for punishment.

The Post in Which I Alienate 90% of You and Totally Confuse the Remaining 10%

I have yet to see Senator Obama's nomination speech.  This fact is sort of killing me inside.

I've seen the reaction; the tears, the hugs, the Rainbow Brite on crackedness* of a good deal of our nation.  I was there, and I missed it.  And YouTube has it in 6 different parts, except I can't find all six.

Someone help, please.  (updated to add...found it.  Watching tomorrow.)

Anyway, I have to write the politics post and I haven't seen his speech and that leaves me at a disadvantage because right now my head is swimming with RNC speeches and I don't have enough DNC to balance it out.  What's a girl to do?

I call myself a Democrat for the same reason I say I'm from Philly.  It's just an easier way to explain a complex situation.  I could tell you that I was born in Philly, raised and schooled in Delaware, but my brothers, cousins, grandmother and aunts lived in Philly and that I spent a good bit of every school vacation with my mom's best friend and her daughter, Alisha, who felt more like a sister to me than my own one ever did.  I could also explain how, if you drive south out of Philly, when you come to the Welcome To Delaware sign (which is 3 feet from the Thanks for Visiting sign) you'll see a Hilton right there on the border.  I lived RIGHT behind the Hilton, about a 5 minute walk from Philly.  So, yeah, I claim them both, and now you are completely bored to death and unsubscribing from my blog because I just wasted all your time explaining something that I could have summed up with, "I'm from Philly!  Go Rocky!"

With that, yeah; I'm a Democrat.  Ish.  I am not registered as a Democrat.  I only was once, and that was because I had to be for something I was voting for, what I don't know.  I am a registered, expatriot Independent.  Why? Because I don't like enough about either party to pick a side.  The middle seat in the car is always the funnest one to ride over bumps on anyway.  I tend to agree much more with Democrats, but many of my dear dear friends are Republicans who's opinions I totally value, and after talking politics with them, I don't want any of their faces to melt off like that guy at the end of Raiders, so they've got to be alright people, eh?

I want to tell you a secret.  The first time I ever voted in a presidential election, I voted for John Kerry.  I am a terrible American.  I wanted to vote for Al Gore, but dude....I was nursing a baby.  I wanted to vote for Bill Clinton, but I didn't even know how to.  Before that, I wasn't old enough.  Before that, I lived in a box called radical right wing christian cultity, where you just didn't vote, you just didn't pay any attention at all to politics.

The one thing I can say about my breed of unamericanism?  I never complained.  I knew that by not casting my vote, I was taking away my right to bitch about the outcome.   I stayed the heck out of it.  I did bitch a little about the Gore thing (and by a little, I mean someone had to scrape my brains off the windows when my head exploded) but I used my Nursing Card.  Got me out of Jury Duty that year, too.  I cannot do any one thing and have someone attached to a boob at the same time.  Not capable of it, never will be.

The thing is, I have just never felt so totally passionately about a presidential nominee to Get Up for him.  I voted for Kerry, not because I thought he was the greatest thing to happen to American politics since Lincoln, but because I was in Anyone But W phase.  And as much as W and I will never, ever be friends, I can admit there are a few things about him that I don't abhor, and maybe even one or two that I admire.  Not in his politics, mind you, but in his personal life.

I am of the philosophy that most Americans, when brought to the sacrificial alter that is the race of the presidency, have got to be at minimum decent guys.  They've got to at least want something great for this country.  (We're going to except our current president from this conversation; I still can't figure out what his point was.)  I haven't really stumbled across anyone that I can so villanize as to be driven to Rally The Troops against him *ahem* and I haven't found one candidate so morally, ethically, or politically superior to another that I've felt the need to Rally The Troops in support of him.  I prefer my quiet, private support of my candidate of choice, partly because I try to be quiet and private in my real life but mostly because I just don't know what the hell I'm talking about, and tend to talk myself into some pretty deep holes when I get going.

This would be a good point to offer you a flash light and perhaps one of those rope ladder thingies if you'd like to start finding your way out of this particular hole.

All of this leads me to my trouble with this election.  I really, really like Barack Obama.  I LIKE that he's sort of a newbie.  I've been screaming for a president that wasn't a politician for years.  I like that he has big vision, that his dreams for America are large.  I like that he is really rooted in picking us up by our bootstraps and pulling us forward.  He's a good man.  He is a public servant.  He gives a shit about you and me and that guy over there.  I think he would be a fine, upstanding, noteworthy president.

And I don't even think it should matter, but in my heart it does; I would jump up and down six ways to Sunday to see a black man finally take the seat at the helm of this nation.  I honestly would cry with pride and joy over it for, like, his entire first year in office.  I wish it wasn't a big deal, I wish that weren't the reality of America, but it is and I would totally be all SUCK ON THAT, KKK FUCKTARDS.

And then their is John McCain.  And you know what?  I really, really like him, too.  I like that he's dedicated his entire fucking life to serving his nation.  I admire that even though no one in America deserves a Kit Kat break more than he does, he keeps trudging right along.  Seriously, dude...point taken.  Retire already.  I love that he got totally kicked down by the current administration, and he quietly toed the line, and he kept his friends close and those guys closer, as the saying goes, and now he's coming out slowly but surely and saying, "Um, you dudes totally fucked up.  Watch me try to fix it.  Who's ya daddy, now?"  I know everyone in North America will tell me I'm on crack, and that he's in Bush's pocket, but in my heart, I don't believe that.  I think that, given his chance, he would shine.  I think he is invested in this nation with his entire heart and soul.  He's kind of proven already that he doesn't really want anything much for that allegiance, that he's not trying to fill some big, evil agenda.  I think he would be a fine, upstanding, noteworthy president.

They both have platforms they are running on that I sorely disagree with.  They both have viewpoints on issues that I am in complete agreement with.  My problem is that I can't decide which one makes me happier, or better yet, which one's viewpoints I have more of a problem with.  I have less of an issue with Obama, but on a bigger scale, and I have many, little, nagging concerns about McCain.  I think I need a large scale and a duck.

When it comes down to it, I honestly think I could live with either one of them as my next President.  I think they'd both do everything they could to make America better and stronger; even if I don't personally agree with their definition of better and stronger, I think they'd be trying to do the right thing.  I think they are both open to the idea of some bi-partisan input, which in my opinion is what this nation is in desperate need of.  Maybe McCain will never pass Universal Health Care, but I live with Universal Health Care right now, and it's got it's perks to be sure, but there are definite issues, too.  Maybe Obama will over tax the crap out of us, but yeah, I live in BRITISH COLUMBIA.  I pay more in taxes than most of you will ever dream of, but I get something tangible for it, so there's that.  I dunno.  I just know that one of these men really, really speaks to me, and the other one isn't so far off, either.

Am I am democrat?  Am I a republican?  I don't care.  I am an American, and I am really hopeful for our country's future, and I am hopeful that we as citizens can come together behind our commander-in-chief, whoever he ends up being, and work together to make America the kick ass country is deserves to be.

*Thank you eternally, Jane the Sane, for that little nugget.

**Before you go leaving me 8 million links to web pages telling me why either of these guys is god and/or the devil, I PROMISE you, I have researched them.  A lot.  Extensively.  When I should have been doing laundry and feeding my poor, hungry children.

***PS: I am so not referring to Sarah Palin in here yet.  It's coming, I swear.