proud to be an american (finally)
through a little bit of irony (and a lot of self-blame, really) i didn’t get to vote yesterday. not that i didn’t want to, but the odds were against it from the word go. in my rush this past year to sever all ties to my old life, i set myself up for denial at my polling place. i no longer have any photo id with my old name on it; no longer have anything showing that i am the self-same person that lived at my old address and, of course, destroyed my voter id card ages ago as it had the wrong name. on top of all this, things were crazy at work and i was there from early until late.
so thank you, my fellow americans, for doing for me what i couldn’t do for myself, which is vote for the new president (elect), barack obama. because i gotta tell you, if the old fart and his doll-faced broad had won, i might have toyed with the idea of becoming a canadian.
a friend of mine whom i’ve not been in touch with of late sent me an email regarding the election results. it is for things like this that i try to have at least some hope for our future in this historic time. she writes (from portugal):
my dear friend, let me congratulate you, fellow american, for your new president. I was so excited I couldn’t belive my eyes or my ears. I was up all night and listened to Obama’s speech live. I cried. Gosh! I wish I was there! He’s a good man, he has principles, good basis. He’s an honest man. And I can’t belive that I would live up to see an african-american as the president of usa. And a cute one! I’m so happy, that it’s beyond words. Things are changing and we must be ready for the hard times to come. He’s the right man.
let’s hope he is. and let’s be ready to face this uncertain future, together.
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