A New Day in America, or the same old same old?

I hate writing posts like this...I really do...

"Let these bastards get in...I don't give a damn anymore." That beauty comes from Roberta McCain, John McCain's mother. My immediate response, which should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me, is... well, those of you who know me can well imagine the expletive-laced epithet that immediately comes to mind...but I've been told my gutter mouth leads people to not listen to the message... Let's put it this way...I hope that Roberta McCain doesn't need anything from the Obama administration...if she's collecting Social Security or a military pension, perhaps she should express her outrage and moral superiority by giving it back... amazing the sense of entitlement that some people have...

Here's another beauty from a business associate of mine, from his facebook page: "What a truly, truly sad day in American history!!! When we put financial hope and superficial emotion over moral standards and right & wrong!!!" Dude...moral standards like...sending nearly 5,000 young American kids to their deaths in Iraq for a war which was justified with lies? Moral standards like calling Obama a terrorist, a traitor, and screaming that he should be killed? Moral standards like letting unused embryos be discarded in the trash, rather than using them for stem cell research, which might actually prolong life and find cures for diseases like Parkinson's and spinal cord injuries which otherwise shorten life? Those kinds of moral standards? I cannot believe the arrogance...

But, I don't even really need to look far from home...my own brother-in-law sent me and his sister an email in which he asserts that Obama won because 95% of blacks (he won't call them African Americans) voted for him, (and here's the good part) and that's just racist! Pity is, I know how he was raised...and it saddens me that he is such a bigot...for no reason...my in-laws are lifelong Republicans, but decent, good people...I don't know what happened with their son.

I wrote in a previous post that I was heartbroken at the level to which political discourse had sunk in this country. I fear that I was wrong...it wasn't about political discourse. If only it were that trivial. Instead, I fear that we have come no farther in my lifetime than where we were when I was a child, divided as a society, suspicious of one another because of our skin color, or the shape of our nose, or because some speak with an accent...I thought that we had become more enlightened...

I've heard many a news reader or commentator or political analyst remark that we elected Obama because we had finally transcended race as a people...not hardly, I think...oh yes, some of us did...perhaps a great many of us. Yes, it's true that he got 61% of the "white" vote...and yet...

Can we imagine that Bill Clinton or John Kerry or John Edwards or hell, Joe Biden, would have been called a "terrorist"... a "socialist" ... a "traitor"? Yes, it's true that Kerry was savaged over his service to his country in Viet Nam. I supposed it is OK to question him if you, too were there, and didn't come back and criticize your country. But, isn't even questioned service more honorable than service avoided? Yes, I'm talking about you, W, and you, Cheney, and you Rumsfeld and Wolfowitz and Rove and the rest who lied us into Iraq...who never having served in a war...never having seen its horrors firsthand, thought nothing of sending our sons and daughters to die in one? But even at the height of the indignation over Bill Clinton's lascivious behavior, nobody ever called him unpatriotic, or a terrorist, or a traitor. Why Obama and not Clinton? Or Kerry? When you can't call someone a "nigger" anymore, what do you call him? A traitor, a terrorist, a socialist... You try to make people believe that he's dangerous...that terrible things will happen if he's elected. I was happy to hear Colin Powell be the first to say, about people calling Obama a Muslim...so what if he was? Why, in a country founded on religious freedom would we not be accepting of a Muslim president?

But wait... why is Obama a "black" man? His mother was "white"...are we still back in the days of the late 1800s when the so-called "one-drop rule" came into being? The rule held that if you had just one drop of non-white blood, then you were not white. Madison Grant of Virginia in The Passing of the Great Race wrote: "The cross between a white man and an Indian is an Indian; the cross between a white man and a negro is a negro; the cross between a white man and a Hindu is a Hindu; and the cross between any of the three European races and a Jew is a Jew." (Interestingly enough, the "one-drop rule" wasn't declared unconstitutional until 1967, when the U.S. Supreme Court outlawed Virginia's inter-racial marriage ban in Loving v. Virginia.) If we considered Obama to be "white" would we have called him all these names?

What if none of this "below the surface" racism were there...what about those who labeled him as an elitist? It blows my mind that we are suspicious of smart people...think about that for a minute, why don't you? My dad is retired now. He was a schoolteacher, on the secondary level, taught foreign languages, science, math, and English. It used to happen to him, probably once a year, that during parent-teacher conferences, a parent would say to him "You're so smart! Why are you teaching here?" My dad would respond, incredulously, "Would you have an idiot teaching your children?"

One would think that we would want only the smartest among us as our leader. One would think that after eight long years of the "C-" president, we would hunt, desperately, for intellectuals to lift us up...to tackle the difficult problems that the current holder of the office has led us into. Instead, we got the hillbilly from Wasilla. The lipstick on a pig analogy was oh so appropriate...this non-intellectual journalism major who can't name a single newspaper that she reads, who had the audacity to claim that she had foreign policy experience because she can see Russia from her house...oh my god...

I am thrilled beyond my ability to describe it that Barack Hussein Obama will be our next president. As Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg put it, she had been waiting all of her life for someone to inspire her the way that people told her that her father had inspired them. He is certainly inspirational. He is eloquent. He paints broad pictures of big ideas. No president in my lifetime, since JFK, has done that. Will he succeed at everything he touches? Probably not. But I do believe that he will reach for grand things. Will he be my generation's JFK? Or given the current situation in the world, our FDR?

It is dangerous to invest too many hopes and dreams in one man (or woman). Yet, for the first time in my lifetime, I feel hopeful, and I dare to dream of a country so much better than it is today. Time will tell...

So overdue...

I need to find the time to reflect on the election of Barack Obama...and I will...but for the moment, after not blogging for so long, after being so angry by where i saw this country moving...

I am SO thrilled at the potential ahead of us...

more later...

A Reflection on the Fragility of Life...

Today, I attended a funeral...

It wasn't a "normal" funeral...you know, one where the deceased has lived a long, full life, is in his or her 70s or 80s or 90s, and even though there is sorrow at the passing, there's not shock or devastation at the sudden, inexplicable loss that happened too soon...

Today, I went to a funeral for the son of a friend, a man I work with. His son, just 19 years old, was killed sometime shortly after 3AM this past Sunday. In the rain, which made the roads slick, in the middle of the night, he wrecked his car, got out, tried to cross the interstate to get to safety, and was hit by a semi-truck and killed.

It's not the details of the accident that provide the shock, though they are shocking enough. It's the sense of senseless loss, the end of an all-too-young life in an instant, the tragedy for a father and mother and four-year-old brother he leaves behind, of instantly being robbed of a bright light in their lives. As a father myself, I cannot fathom, nor do I hope that I will ever have to, the profundity of their loss. Fathers are not supposed to bury their sons...not supposed to bear the pain of going on after having someone so precious taken from them...

And, as for this child's mother...I cannot ever claim that I can know what she must feel. I have always been (just the tiniest bit) jealous of the bond between my wife and our children...she carried them inside her for 9 months, felt them, literally, as a part of her...gave them life, and then nurtured and fed that life, all in a way that I, of course, could not, a bond I can never share. No matter how much Dad must feel that his heart has been wrenched out of his chest, his grief, his pain, must pale in comparison to that of his wife...

This is the third time in just over ten years that I have attended a funeral like this one. The first, in November, 1997, was for the daughter of a friend of mine, a child who suffered from Shone's Syndrome, and lost her hard-fought battle at the tender age of 8 1/2. The second, in June, 2004, was a friend of my son's, an almost 8-year-old boy who died when, while riding his bike, he collided with a pickup truck. And now this one...

It is these times, when a life ends so suddenly, that we're reminded just how fragile and how precious life is. It is times like this when you realize that you may not get the time to mend a broken friendship, or to renew a relationship with a relative. Life is oh so short, oh so tenuous, and each day lived is a victory over death. In our rapid-fire culture here in the US, it seems sometimes as though we always live for tomorrow. If we work just a little harder now...if we invest ourselves in our careers a little more now...if we labor to make progress now, so that someday...SOME day...we might be able to slow down a little, take a breath, and smell the proverbial roses.

We see commercials on television that tell us we need "a plan" for our retirement, that play on our baby-boomer sensibilities, that tell us we can have our cake and eat it too, our sense that there is a future to which we are entitled...

We are entitled to nothing...

I am certainly not preaching a "live for today, to hell with the future" philosophy...certainly we should never fail to plan...but we must also learn to live, to wring every drop from life each and every day, because tomorrow is not guaranteed. The very title of this blog captures the essence of what I'm talking about..."Il dolce far niente"... literally, the sweetness of doing nothing...the idea that in those moments we can steal from the grind of daily life, obligation, work...one can find the sweetness that is what living is truly about...

Recently, on Countdown with Keith Olbermann (if you read this blog, you know Keith is my hero), there was a short piece about a man in the United Kingdom, 101 years old, who was preparing to run the London marathon. When asked what he does to prepare, the first thing he said was that he wakes up every morning...good prep!

There's no lesson here (I'm not qualified to offer one even if there were), and I'm not even sure why I'm writing this, except perhaps for catharsis for myself.

For each of my friends, I cannot know your grief and your pain, and I pray that I never shall, and I do not know what I can do to help you with yours, other than to pray for you, for your children, and for myself and mine...

Rush Limbaugh is a fucking moron...

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23176099/

“I would like today to announce a tentative decision — I’m still thinking about it — to endorse Barack Obama,” he said, his head cocked slightly toward his 18-karat-gold-plated microphone, his hands spread wide like the wings of his sleek G4 jet. His microphone is 18 karat gold plated?? These are the kinds of people that, when a revolution happens, the poor, hungry, and disenfranchised seek out first, and tar and feather, or disembowel, or behead. I'm sorry...was daydreaming there for a second...

“Folks, can we agree, just between us,” he told his listeners, sotto voce, on Wednesday, “has it not been brilliant how strategically I have inserted myself in this campaign?” Is this guy actually for real??

I'm heartbroken...I really am...at the level to which political discourse has fallen in our country.

Soldier blogs from beyond the grave...

As I was perusing msnbc.com this morning, I came across the story of Major Andrew Olmsted, killed in Iraq on January 3 (seven more American service people have died since him, bringing the US death toll to 3, 915). He had been blogging for some time, under a nom de plume, about the war, his experiences, life in general...

Major Olmsted wrote (and apparently revised a couple times) a final blog entry to be posted in the event of his death. It's a worthwhile read, as, I'm discovering, so much of what he wrote is...

Requiescat in pacem...

http://www.andrewolmsted.com/