I VOTED OBAMA ALREADY (and i hope to hell you do too).
and it's not even voting day; i know 5 people read this blog, but damn it...even ASIDE from the fact that another 4 years (or four DAYS, for that matter...) of the Republican's general idea of "America" is a nightmare i can barely face (and i was in a state of shock and disbelief 4 years ago that never really wore off), even ASIDE from the fact that Obama could charm the paint off a wall if necessary, aside from the fact that the ENTIRE WORLD is waiting with held breath wondering if WE AMERICANS ARE GOING TO FUCK THIS UP, you know, AGAIN, and never mind that he's the best candidate to come down the pike in a while and has inspired some grass-roots-level stuff that i frankly (and cynically) thought America was completely incapable of.
never mind all that.
i pumped my fist in the air when i left the voting area.
i mean, on my best day i never thought that America would elect a black man; i thought that was something that would not happen in my lifetime. i thought that no matter how far we got, the redneck dumbshits (of any economic strata, thank you very much...) that keep this country eating dog food for dinner would always slither in and keep that from happening. i have some faith in people, but i suppose...i always just felt like-- no matter how i wished it were different-- that was the sad reality of things.
and by this time tomorrow, well...2 things could very well happen:
1) i will be proud to call myself an American for the first time in a very long while, and
2) on some level, another step will be taken towards my boy growing up in a slightly less divided and frightened world.
nothing's perfect. but.
come ON.
love, z.
never mind all that.
i pumped my fist in the air when i left the voting area.
i mean, on my best day i never thought that America would elect a black man; i thought that was something that would not happen in my lifetime. i thought that no matter how far we got, the redneck dumbshits (of any economic strata, thank you very much...) that keep this country eating dog food for dinner would always slither in and keep that from happening. i have some faith in people, but i suppose...i always just felt like-- no matter how i wished it were different-- that was the sad reality of things.
and by this time tomorrow, well...2 things could very well happen:
1) i will be proud to call myself an American for the first time in a very long while, and
2) on some level, another step will be taken towards my boy growing up in a slightly less divided and frightened world.
nothing's perfect. but.
come ON.
love, z.
posted by zak at 6:45 PM
6 Comments:
Completely agree with the sentiments in your blog. I didn't think after the 2004 we would be in this position and have a candidate that would be this good that is hopeful to win. Well said!
Well zak you got your wish, and the shell of hardened guilt that all of us (with sanity) were coated in from the last 8 years was dealt a cracking blow. Fuck Yes
BTW love sammy 2
BTW love enemymine and low
BTW never quit
- respect
tony
Good work. But don't be getting too *proud* to call yourself an American there now. Someone'll hear and just do something stupid.
Proudly carrying a manbag.
x
WAR HAR HAR!!
man, you have GOT TO give us this one: it's so incredibly rare that us americans can be proud of anything (and in the last 8 years there's more to APOLOGIZE for than anything...), that when we do this one thing RIGHT allow us our glee, however momentary (and if i do say so myself, it was VERY RIGHT.).
and you, sir, SHOULD be proud to wear MAN BAG.
and mr tony:
1) THANKS!!
2) well, thanks (i got a record i made all by my lonesome, maybe keep checking the site...it'll come out in 09 one way or the other...)!
3) don't worry; i won't. i don't know HOW.
zak, on election night i was working my second job at facets and when i left, i was walking down fullerton avenue in chicago when all of a sudden people stopped dead in their tracks and screamed jubilantly. car horns were tooting and i started running to the red line train. i didn't realize it, but tears were falling from my eyes. i got on the train and sat down and people were crying. i got down to grant park and i've never seen chicago like this. and to think, i was born just blocks south of grant park. to be chicagoan and american! it finally felt right. it was a cool autumn night, and people were just standing on michigan avenue staring up at the night sky, some were silent and some were screaming. some were selling tee shirts that said "yes we did!" and some were yelling it; some were driving and yelling; stevie wonder's "signed sealed delivered i'm yours" blasted from speakers. then we stood there in a dark park and you could hear obama everywhere, bouncing off the tall downtown buildings. of course things have gotten worse since then, and obama's entering office in a very troubled time, but it was incredible for a moment to stand there with millions of people in chicago, filled with love, pride and optimism and the knowledge that with the whole world watching us, we had done one thing right after all of this time.
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