Of course I have thoughts about the election. Do I want to write about them? Not really, no. For my own future reference, though, I ought to.
History making? Of course. Am I relieved? More than I expected I would be. The republicans - led by Dubya - and the "Christian" Right have trod on this country's freedoms in a my-way-or-the-hiway power-grab. We have been told what to be afraid of, and who we should hate because of it, for eight years. That is finally over.
Last night, I watched the campaign figurehead of that divisive group concede to a crowd of 3000.
Last night I watched a brown-skinned man1, a relative newcomer on the political stage, begin the process of unification and hope-bringing, to a crowd of over 100,000. His speech was moving and, I believe, honest.2 The speech was sober, with none of the self-congratulation he would have been fully entitled to. He reached out, made it about this country, and I am guardedly hopeful that once again I can be proud to be an American.
Cynically, I almost hoped to hear a news story about Dubya lying on the floor of the Oval Office, dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The republicans and radical right took a huge hit last night, and I am glad of it. Take your theocracy and shove it, Mr. Bush, it ain't workin' here no more.
1 Katie calls him "the tan man", because of his mixed-race parentage.
2 On a lighter note it took me forever to figure out where his teleprompters were.