A Revelation

It occurred to me to today my babies, that if JFK and MLK had a lovechild, his name would be Barack Obama.

What an incredibly interesting time, not only in politics, but in history. A black president. Americans voting in record numbers. Your voting age children actually playing a role in showing that democracy can work, that change, acceptance, is possible. They found their voice, a man they all could believe in.

It makes me a little sad that as Canadians, we don't get as excited about our own politics. We just had a what-the-fuck-did-we-need-that-for-? election, voting turnout was at record lows. We're apathetic.

Then again, we don't have Obama.

I watched his acceptance speech and was moved to tears. What a speaker! Charismatic without being over the top, he held thousands in the palm of his hand. Words that will stay forever with me, spoken quietly at first, words that become a mantra: Yes, we can. He didn't whip the crowd into a frenzy, instead he turned them into believers and builders of their future. The crowd hung onto his every word as if they were as priceless as gold. They believe because HE believes. You, my Yankee babies, are about to embark on a journey of healing and recovery. You have elected yourselves a man who will be a true leader.

Pat yourselves on the back, always remember, millions of you came together to put him in the White House.

Well, millions of you and Oprah.

HRG