A few months ago, when I first heard this man speak, I got a strange tingle at the back of my neck. It was that odd feeling you get when you are witnessing something significant but can't quite put your finger on what it is that has peeked your interest. I began to think this feeling was HOPE.
A lot has been said about this man, about the significance of who he is, his racial background, his political background, his experience or lack there of. I am in no position to comment on any of it and I imagine for every well thought out argument there are a hundred knee jerk reactions that will carry just as much weight with the general public.
A lot has been said about this man, about the significance of who he is, his racial background, his political background, his experience or lack there of. I am in no position to comment on any of it and I imagine for every well thought out argument there are a hundred knee jerk reactions that will carry just as much weight with the general public.
All I know is this: I am very rarely drawn to anyone talking about politics. Although relevant to our daily lives, it has always seemed like the greatest waste of breathknown to man, a web of lies that I have closed my brain to for years never imagining any of these overpaid blusterers ever had anything of worth to say.
I listened to Barrack Obama. Every word made sense.
I listened to Barrack Obama. Every word made sense.
All I can say is this: Whatever else his term in office brings, something in this world has changed for the better with his election. It is as if common sense has suddenly broken through the cloud of prejudice, hatred, greed and stupidity and a ray of sunlight has fallen upon us.
Good Luck, Mister President, rather you than me.
