A sassy, crafty mama bird from Los Angeles
raising a very sweet little girl with Autism
and a new baby boy in the Midwest... and other stuff, too.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Let the Countdown Begin

"Goodbye I never want to see you again
Goodbye I don't want to be your friend
So long, now we've reached the end
I can see what's behind those eyes
Tongue so twisted from telling lies"
-Save Ferris
The end is near. Seven little days left. But the truth is, I'm much less excited about the end of an era than I am about the beginning of a new one. In 2004 when Kerry was running against the incumbent Bush, I was so sure that the people of the US would get it together enough to get rid of Bush, that I'd wished my baby, due on January 19, 05 would be born a day late on January 20, 05- Inauguration Day. Of course she wasn't. She waited until the Bush hype and a big snowstorm had died down!!
But seriously, how could all those people have voted for Bush the second time? Crazy, right?? I often see old Bush/Cheney stickers on cars and I wonder why they're still there (the stickers not the people- ok, some of the people). Wouldn't you scrape it off, paint over it, even get a new car??? They can't possibly be proud, right? I guess I have very few friends who are so different-minded that they'd vote that way, so I'm not used to that kind of thinking. I know it's technically prejudice, but I can't help but think of someone differently if I find out they lean the opposite direction politically. That sucks, but I'm just that way and that's just me. Having said that, I do have some very religious friends and I get that. I don't agree with it, but I get it.
I'll never forget the first time I fell for Barack Obama. July 27 2004. I was pregnant and folding laundry in the bedroom of my condo in West Bloomfield. He gave his "Audacity of Hope" speech at the Democratic National Convention. As I sat there watching and folding, I was forever changed. Even as I think about it, I get chills. A few months later, I read Obama's memoir "Dreams From My Father" and knew he was someone very, very special. So, I've been a fan for years before Obama-mania struck the universe. I've completely drunk his Kool-Aid. I have confidence in him and the New America. I feel proud to be a part of this BIG change in this country. My only regret is that my mentor, Gene Brody isn't here to see something I know would bring him such joy. My own Little Bird, his namesake, will now get to experience a Democratic administration, led by Barack Obama, and I know that would make Gene a very, very happy man.
So, while some of us have been counting down for a very long 8 years, waiting until Bush would finally pack up his bags, his VP puppet master, his stepford wife, and his mean little dog, I think the long wait has made this moment even sweeter.

1 comment:

lorib said...

you cant blame the mean little dog. look who his owner is!

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