Dear Mr. President,
I voted for you.. and to tell you the truth i wasnt quite 100% sure about it. I prayed and asked God to guide me. I've been getting mixed feelings about it with a few things i've heard about what you might plan to do that doesnt agree with the word of God.
Im just hoping and praying that your actions are based on what it says in the Bible.
A leader can lead his flock to many blessings or much judgement and distruction.
i pray that you always put God first in all your decision making. God sent his only begotten son to die for our sins. The only way to God is thru Jesus. I pray for a leader that would honor the most high our lord and savior Jesus Christ...
In God we trust and in Gods words we must live by always.. I pray for you Mr. President and for your salvation. May the Holy spirit guide you and keep you in his loving care always.. Many blessings to you.
In Christ,
Faithful sister...
Just give me three adjectives that you would use to simply describe our Presidential Candadate and Vice Presidential candidate!
If you had three seconds of time to describe them (I know, that's not enough, but that's how I am limiting this search) (It's my blog after all...) Which three adjectives would you use?
I stayed awake as long as I could. I was only eight and so the hour was eleven. I awoke the next morning to my mom's smiling face. She held up the front page of the local paper. A color picture of John Kennedy and Lyndon Johnson. Color in the newspaper was unheard of back then. I may have added the color in memory but it is as clear and bright as if it is now before me. That was the last time I was excited about an election. From that day forward the choice was either the lesser of two evils or a pathetic protest vote.
Johnson, Humphrey, Carter, Mondale, and Dukakis in the lesser category, McGovern and McCarthy in the pathetic lineup. When it seemed truly important back in 2000, Anton Scalia and Clarence Thomas voted instead of me. I wrote a lot during that election and turned my back on the process soon after. Sure I voted for Kerry, yet another son of privilege, and was served this criminal, this shame.
Now I'm in a line two hours before the doors open, feeling fortunate to have a ticket. Everyone is up, we are all talking to one another, listening to those nearby. We get in, past the cheerleaders, past the volunteer from Massachusetts blown away Saturday by the six hundred people showing up for a precinct captain training. Where seventy five folding chairs had been neatly arranged for the class, an impromptu mosh pit formed. She had to climb on a chair, shouting to be heard. Past the guys half-heartedly wanding us as we entered the building. Down to our seats where we are eye level with a podium and the "Change We Can Believe In" sign. A raised platform filled with television cameras is one hundred feet from the dias, five rows of folding tables behind it for the print media. This is a basketball arena, the podium is at one end, the camera platform at midcourt , the folding tables fill the balance of the floor. The TV cameras have the best seats in the house, the print media the worst. The next best seats are occupied by the people with the blue tickets. They gave more or did more or maybe they're just better connected.
A series of volunteers come to the podium leading cheers but none of them understand the dynamics of stadium acoustics and so the cheers start out strong but quickly fade as the timing between what they hear and what we see is off by seconds. Rock bands and team mascots have it figured out but these folks are all full of good intentions and short on physics. No matter, when Obama finally appears the roar is deafening and sustained. It comes from a cross section of people, the young, the naive, the jaded and the desperate. We all have the same thought, just maybe. Maybe this time it will be different, maybe this is the guy that will turn it around, maybe we can make it better. Maybe it's not too late for us. I'm out of my seat a dozen times clapping and cheering. My eyes water more than once. Maybe.
We were lucky when we got there, the last parking spot in a lot a block from the stadium was ours for a twenty. We leave the car along the fence, first in line to exit. We have to wait a while, though, because twenty thousand people are streaming into the streets and hundreds of them are cutting through the parking lot. Some crazed woman lurches forward in her big red SUV, desperate to get out of there. She's followed by two more willing to risk running down pedestrians and crashing into cars to get onto the street and zoom away. The same people that moments before were standing and shouting yes to Barack's challenge to change. Stomping and clapping their approval of the sacrifice and hard work it will take to redirect a nation jaded by the politics of money and power. And it is so critical that they be the next car out of the parking lot that children have to be tugged away from their big shiny bumpers lest they be crushed. A definite maybe.
i have been crying. i am crying. today's announcement(s) is the most amazing testament to the resilience of the human spirit i have seen in quite a while. i am tentatively hopeful that this could be it. this could be our moment.
we have been hijacked by a fascist oligarchy, Earth is dying, and it seems that of the faces we are shown on the nightly news representing fallen soldiers, NONE has been over 25 for a long, long time. this is very literally our last shot at saving ourselves (and every living thing inhabiting Earth).
Barack Obama is the man who can lead us out of the fog. i honestly believe he is the only one who can. i love Ralph Nader, but he has gotten the short end of the stick, and the Oval Office simply is not his destiny. my dream ticket is Obama/Gore, but that is not likely, as President Gore believes he is more effective as a private citizen. i believe with all of my heart he is correct--so i guess that is where the blessing in the fiasco/coup of 2000 resides.
funny, isn't it? after so much doom & gloom about computers crashing, and airplanes falling out of the sky, the Apocalypse arrived in the form of a learning-impaired, unbelievably un-funny carpetbagger; a man too stupid to know he is a stooge. a man who owes EVERY membership, job, and "friend" to his father's connections. "legacy" at yale, legacy with skull & bones, and legacy at the white house. his "presidential" legacy is the most shameful tenure in the history of this nation, and will be one of the most infamous in the history of human life on this planet (given that time will allow our children will grow to see their own children grow)
he is/was a miserable failure at everything he does--everything he touches turns to s**t.
Barack Obama is an individual worthy of the position for which he means to apply. he is a loving, brilliant, honest, well-educated, well-read, well-rounded human being, who has worked tirelessly for the betterment of his fellow human beings. he is what the job requires: a statesman. his bearing is regal, his demeanor humble, his voice strong yet appropriately soft at the appropriate moments. he LISTENS. while other people speak. he LISTENS. he is genuinely interested in what others have to offer, and happy to wait patiently while you gather your thoughts.
this is our moment. this is his moment.
i am tentatively hopeful.
