So today, the mantra has changed from “Yes, we can!” To “Yes, we did!” And I have to say I’m quite happy about it.
Last night, TFN and I and voted (30 minutes in and out the door), then went to our favorite little Cajun place for some wine, food and to watch the polls. After a few drinks, we went home.
At some point on the five-minute drive home, Obama was declared the victor. We watched McCain concede, then went to bed.
This morning, nothing has changed really. The economy is still in the crapper, and everyone I know lives in fear for their jobs.
Still, at the same time, there is something hanging in the air. And, dare I say it? I think it’s hope.
I think that we all really made a difference yesterday, things are on their way to getting better. It won’t happen immediately, but it feels so good to have hope for the future again.
Everybody is walking around in a happy daze. Not only have we elected a man who will be soon beginning a historic presidency based on his race, we have elected a man who embodies ideals for us that we can end this war, that we can turn this economy around, that we can… do anything.
Quoting a text I received last night: “We so FUCKING CAN!”
This weekend marks the annual pilgrimage of the Angry Monkeys to a place not to far from Z, for our Polar Assault known as Iceman. We are all suffering from an extreme lack of training this year, and our performance will be dismal. Even so, in the interest of the theme of today, we can do this. Yes, we can.
And until we head up north, if you’re looking for us, we’ll be dancing to Joy Division.