I am working off roughly 3-4 hours of sleep due in part to late night poll watching but this morning I have so much energy it is as if I went to a spa and was given the queen for a day treatment followed by a quad shot of espresso!
Yeah to all the voters in North Carolina and Indiana for a great showing. YES THEY DID!
Now let's continue on the path towards the nomination and rally up the good folks of W. Virginia, Kentucky, Oregon, Montana, S. Dakota and Puerto Rico to leave no doubt! YES THEY WILL!!
YES WE CAN change the way we let this country be run.
Let's get fired up and ready to go! Woohoo!
Define Debate:
Noun:
1. A discussion involving opposing points; an argument.
2. Deliberation; consideration: passed the motion with little debate.
3. A formal contest of argumentation in which two opposing teams defend and attack a given proposition.
4. Obsolete Conflict; strife.
Let’s consider the previous points:
1. Opposing points: much of their differences are not that different.
2. Deliberation: that would be boring because that is what we have been doing.
3. Formal Contest: on a basketball court - Obama slaughters, at a bowling alley - even based on both of their recent showings, in a Ring - again Obama based on size and strength unless Hillary brings the kitchen sink.
4. Obsolete Conflict/strife: After 21 debates (well the ABC one was a joke) so 20 debates, all that ends up happening is McCain starts looking good and that is a lose-lose situation for all America.
Let’s end the nonsense soon so the Democrats can focus on back the White House with the best candidate!
Please Indiana, NC et al. vote for Obama
Woohoo!
A 100% cotton t-shirt made by the fine employees of the UFCW in the great U.S.A. with a cool design.
I will wear it with pride!
Thank you to Team Barack for keeping America employed!
Remember folks... let's keep up with the R.A.K. for Barack movement.
Perform a Randon Act of Kindness for Barack to share the message of HOPE!
One thing that I excelled at in school was mathematics. Thanks in part to Mrs. Georgia Smith and Mrs. Elizabeth Swift.
Why I did so well?
Because the answer is either right or wrong. You can not fudge the numbers to make them work when you come up with some bizarre answer. You may approach how you derived the correct answer slightly different, but the final answer will either be correct or incorrect.
No matter how you describe your answer in lyrical prose to make it look like you have the right number, in the end you are either RIGHT or WRONG. It is plain and simple.
With that said, thank goodness I am able to understand the basic math principles because it let's me balance my budget, determine how I can pay my bills, fill my gas tank, and still feed my family. I am fairly certain my creditors and landlord would not allow me to pull any funny math on them to justify why I will only pay a certain amount towards my bill and pretend that is is a whole lot more of the amount due.
I do not think I can hand someone a one dollar bill and tell them is is really worth $3. I might try it though and tell them that it is based on that "New math the kids are all raving about".
9.2% is not a "double digit" number. Sheesh!
I call upon all everyone out there to perform some sort of Random Act of Kindness in the name of Barack.
It can be something simple, something to bring a smile to someone, or just something to bring hope to let people believe in the goodness that is out there.
Let’s stop the cynics, the naysayers and those that want to deter the message of hope by being kind to those around you and let them know that because of the message that Barack Obama has brought to you that you want to give them something to have hope in too.
Be kind…tell them Barack would want them to have hope too.
As a fellow left handed bowler, I am completely enjoying seeing the fun side of Barack Obama out on the campaign trail and his not making any excuses for his bowling. I dare all the alley cats and other naysayers to bring out their basketballs and see how much game he really has.
Throughout the course of this race, time and again Sen. Obama has shown to the American people how to run a race with dignity, patience, and grace by bringing the intelligence needed to restore our nation. This is long overdue and quite refreshing. I am proud of the people representing him (Axelrod, Plouffe, et al.) on the media circuit in maintaining the talking points and not engage in bashing of the other candidates just to derail the converstion.
This is truly a candidate with class that we need serving us and bringing us back to the level the the US has once been to the world.
Thank you Sen. Obama
Two words: President Obama
Thank you Barack Obama. You have just re-affirmed this 40 y.o. white woman's belief that you are the best candidate to lead our country.
This morning I read my horoscope and realized how appropriate it was when applied to the current Democratic nominee race and my support of Barack Obama.
Now I am not one to read a horoscope as the end all, be all way to live, but it did give me another way to view the whole current status of this tight race. Especially when it is easy to be discouraged by media, e-mails and kitchen sinks thrown at you (ouch).
Read for yourself...
Your Horoscope for MARCH 05, 2008:
Try not to take everything so seriously. Relax and have fun. You will find that situations you thought would be horrible may actually turn out to be enjoyable. Remember that a big part of success lies in your attitude. If you convince yourself that things will be horrible, they probably will be. You are the only one who can make the decision to be happy. Regardless of how you may think, you always have this control.
Remember: Slow and steady wins the race!!
My friend Mary spent the last 7 years "working me over" about voting and getting involved. For years I nodded and appeased her with the idea of bothering with the political process. Frankly, I didn't give a damn. I was comfortably numb with the idea that it was easy to just go with the flow and whatever happened will happen. To that her answer was, "Well then don't ever complain if you don't like the outcome." Fair enough I thought, because I did not have any right to complain and I left it at that.
Again comes the 2004 election and this time she was inches away from making me care. But even with the kind placements of voter registration forms on my desk and lovely signs about Smart Women Vote, I still did not get involved.
Why you might ask?? Because the answer was plain and simple (in my mind). I did not see that there was any individual running that could bring about the kind of changes that I wanted to see and believe in. As much as I hated to say it, I was consoled with the fact that I could deal with the "evils" that I already knew and would live with the status quo.
Then I heard this eloquent speech by this "unknown" congressman from Illinois. For the first time in my life I had to swallow this lump in my throat and let out a "Wow".
I could feel myself waking up... the problem was that I love my sleep. So I went back to "sleep" and didn't get involved.
But now is the time to wake up and I can confirm that without anymore questions and hesitations, I am awake to the process. I am awake to making a change. So goodbye Rip Van Winkle. The time to wake up and make the change that I want to see is now.
There is truly a sense of urgency that wakes me up.
Thanks Senator Obama... you give good speech!
A few weeks ago I had the wonderful opportunity to skip (literally) out of work and head to what us in the Pacific Northwest have termed Obamapalooza. Now I have gone to poitical rallies in the past and have come away with that "Let's go get 'em" feeling. Heck, if you are a politician or anyone in the public speaking arena you better be able to wake up the crowd, otherwise it is all just a bunch of talk and a waste of time. But here is where an Obama rally differs from the cookie cutter rallies of any other candidate I have ever had the opportunity to hear.
First let me point out that the energy outside prior to the doors opening up was incredible. Most people queue up and wait patiently for the doors to open for any other function but this line was people meeting and making new friends. The level of conversation and ideas had me pumped. I knew I was a part of history and not because I was about to hear the future president (okay that is my optimistic nature). That was the bonus seeing Barack Obama. It was because people... citizens... my fellow neighbors were coming together and talking. Talking about their beliefs, views and ideas. A middle aged white father with his 8 year old daughter, Betty my Asian neighbor (who happened to get in line at the same time), Kiana, her daughter, and Joey, a 36 y.o. gay male and I (a 40 y.o. divorced white chick) opened the dialogue. What an eclectic group! We talked about our hopes, our thoughts of the campaign so far, and the Hillary Clinton rally on the previous night which the father, daughter and Joey had attended. (Sidebar: I would have gone but it was a late function, plus LOST was on and I don't care who you are, you are not having priority over LOST. Plus I watched it on t.v. from the warmth of my home) I digressed... we all talked issues and I was happy to hear how the ones that saw Hillary speak felt. It was good to be able to make comparisons. I was interested in ther viewpoints of my new friends. Then the doors opened!!! I couldn't believe the cheers.
As we inched towards the security check we could see where the line had wrapped around buildings and it was 10 people thick for blocks and blocks. I felt slightly bad but I had to take pictures.. not because I wanted to razz people about not getting there soon enough but because I couldn't believe the masses that were there. We finally got up to the doors and because I paid attention to the advice to leave my bags at home it went smoothly. I had teamed up my new friend Joey and Betty and we head into the arena. I am familiar with Key Arena. I have been to enough Sonics, Storms games and other events there to know how to get quickly in to the best seating area. So now I am the leader of this quest to find the perfect view.
A perfect seat!!! Although it would have been nice to stand amongst the mosh pitters (okay not really), I figured that sitting down given that it was 10:45 and Mr. Obama was not due to speak until 12:30 (ish) was the best choice. Somehow in the excitement I lost Betty and her daughter. But Joey trusted my hunting abilities enough to say okay you head over there and I will keep these spots and flag me down when you get something. It took all of 30 seconds before I yelled out "Joey!" and summoned him to what I determined were the perfect seats. Not too low, no standers in the way, not too high and the ability to see and view every angle. Plus, the awesome part was that it was right by where the entertainment portion of this gathering was going to be walking out. Sweet!!!
Time to kill.... it is now 11:00 am (thanks to the doors opening early) and I am absorbing the atmosphere. People and more people and more people keep filling up the stands and floor. Old people, young people. Every race, gender, sexual orientation. It was mindboggling. I took pictures. I wanted to document every moment. The music was fun. Anytime you play Marvin Gaye in my humble opinion is a good thing. People were up dancing. The teenage boys behind me brought in chicken... what??? Man, it smelled good.
SRO... standing room only. They had to close the doors because there were far too many people and the capacity was already surpassed. I felt bad for them. Joey's friend could make it in and that was unfortunate. I wished they would have set up some sort of screens outside so people could at least watch. But instead Mr. Obama did one better. He went out and spoke to those that were relegated to the elements. That was so cool.
Our turn, we saw/heard the videos, the song written and now the local officials speak and introduce Mr. Obama. The energy was building. The noise was deafening. I could feel my heart going a mile a minute...maybe even faster. His speech had me focused. I wanted to hear what he had to say. I want to hear his plans and how he will implement them. He was funny. He spoke eloquently. He knew when to pause. How to engage. At some point during the speech I remember Joey nudging me to ask what was wrong because I must have been so engrossed with it that I hadn't made a movement. I asured him I was good and that I was hanging on the edge of every word. Somehow Mr. Obama could pick out amongst the mosh pitters a girl that was starting to pass out. He calmly reached down and picked up his own bottle of water and passed it through the crowd to the young lady. His speech would wait until he was assured that she would get the help needed. One of the staff went running to the back and got a chair and another bottle of water for her and made way to where she was. The applause was deafening again because we all knew that was cool and lacked an unselfish attitude.
Sadly all things come to an end... well sort of. At the end of the rally, I had to make my way back to work. I had taken the bus down and waited in the masses while the traffic smoothly made it's way out of the area. Once on the bus, there was another inspiring moment that I knew was a turning point in this election to which I had never seen or heard before. The similar variety of folks... old, young, black, white, asian, male, female, gay, straight were riding... and talking. Once strangers, now friends. An African American mother said to her friend, "This was the best African American History months ever." To which I thought, "This was one one of the best moments in history ever."
As the saying goes, "United we stand, divided we fall".
Mr. Obama... you are the uniter and for that I humbly thank you for that moment in my life.
