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Whoop

Lynn is expecting a congratulatory post with some "whooping," so here it is.

WHOOP!

In January, we'll inaugurate a new president, President Barack Obama. 52% of the voters are excited and eager and hopeful. 46% of them aren't. John McCain acknowledged the historical milestone we have just witnessed and said this is something African-Americans should be proud of. I think this is something 100% of us should be proud of. In a nation built on slavery and tainted by intense racism, we have hired on a black man to run the country for four years. People across racial and cultural lines voted like mad this time around—blacks and whites alike cast their ballot for a man who one hundred years ago would himself have been kept from the polls by Jim Crow laws.

President Obama and the rest of us have a tough road ahead. Obama knows this, and in his victory speech said:

There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government can't solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it's been done in America for two-hundred and twenty-one years - block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.

I suspect any honeymoon period that will be granted to Obama next year will be a short one. There is too much to do to focus on the history for too long. But for today, WHOOP indeed.

Comments

dive said…
Whoop indeed, Robyn!
Now the real work has to start so that in seventy-five days he can hit the ground running.
Good luck, USA.
Thanks for bringing a huge sigh of relief and a little bit of hope to the rest of the world.
Shan said…
Congrats to the whole bunch! I will not have a pity party for myself. God puts our leaders in place for His own reasons and His will is to be done no matter what political direction we as individuals prefer.

I'll stick to my conservative guns(ok, guns may not have been the best word there), but I'll also share in the pride (without the prejudice or Colin Firth) of having our first black leader in our top office. That is most certainly a reason for celebration.

Both McCain's and Pres. E. Obama's speeches made me proud (as always) to be an American indeed.

I can't find my glasses so my eyes are crossing now-ouch.
MmeBenaut said…
Congratulations Robyn on your new President-Elect. I did some "whooping", well perhaps woo hoo ing, down here too because we are also affected by the result.
Hooray! Hip, hip, Hooray!
Alifan said…
Now the hard work is going to start, I do so hope all goes well and wish him and those around him the best of luck... it will affect us here in UK, hope he does good.....we need good and not war.....

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