"I will fight for your right to be weird-just as I know you will fight for mine.
We may be weird, Bubba, but we are not as weird as George Bush. He is like a dying yellow dog with broken teeth and slits for eyes and nothing else to say. The evil brute is finished. He will flap around on the hook for a while-just another leader of the free world turned into a mass of foul jelly...he long ago peddled the remains of his wretched ass to a band of God-spewing religious Nazis and stupid hate mongers..."
-Hunter Stockton Thompson, September 28th, 1992
Barack was measured, strong and finished with a building fire. Walking out to a live crowd of millions, he had the "I am ready to do the serious work now" look that he's been carrying since October. The whole world is pumped. The sky is still blue, but change is ineveitable. It will be comforting not to hate my neighbouring government on principle. I am sick of that neighbour's bush clippings landing on my driveway.
Politics is still a game of secrets and deception. Obama will be dealing with larger sums and costs of lives, knowledge, money and safety than we can fathom, but today - it feels like we have a momentary reprieve from the bullshit. Unless you're talking about Canadian politics.
SAM COOKE - A Change Is Gonna Come
T.I. - Big Shit Poppin (Do It)
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