Waiting to Exhale
I've been holding my
breath since election day. I haven't written about
Obama's victory thus far because it took me this
long to recover. For the first time in decades
America has elected a president I don't feel
contempt for. Pinch me, it’s real!
Barrack Obama seems too good to be true.
Intelligent, imaginative, passionate, capable, and
cool, Barrack is the first politician who has
challenged the presidential stereotype since RFK.
His emulation of Ghandi and the ability to turn the
other cheek in the face of sleazy tactics not only
stymied the Republicans and the Clintons, it
flabbergasted me. Obama has proven he's the genuine
article and I'm proud to have been one his earliest
and most ardent supporters.
I can't help but wonder what if. What if Obama
didn't address the Reverend Wright issue head on?
What if he stooped to Hillary's level to counter
her racist campaign? What if Romney or Huckabee won
the Republican nomination instead of McCain? What
if McCain picked either of them to serve as his
running mate instead of Sarah Palin? What if McCain
ran a competent campaign instead of a circus? What
if there were no economic meltdown? The answer is I
might not have had the pleasure of writing this
today!
The stars aligned in the heavens in such a way that
Barrack Obama was elected the President of the
United States. I'm slowly adjusting to this fact
and have to keep reminding myself that it's OK to
exhale.