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Overjoyed by Democracy/So Far Yet to Traverse



Hail to the new Commander in Chief. The energy is palpable. The joy is real. We are ready.

I am thrilled to be alive in these times. I can only imagine how it must feel to African Americans to see this historic event realized. It is amazing no matter your ethnicity, gender, sexual orientation. It is the new beginning.

"If our children should live to see the next century, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?"

"...To reaffirm that fundamental truth, that out of many, we are ONE, that while we breathe we hope, and where we are met with cynicism and doubt and those who tell us we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: YES WE CAN!"

Change happens slowly. President Obama was elected, but foster children lost last night in Arkansas. Perhaps the event that Obama's daughters shall witness is equal rights for those who happen to be gay. Small steps... things are different. I have certainly witnessed that in my journeys, but we have so far yet to traverse.

I love the idea of America and am glad we have a man that will put that idea into action and bring to fruition a "change we can believe in".

Yes WE can...
Yes WE did...

Overjoyed,
Dustin

Comments

Rian said…
Well, congrats for your new president. Even I'm very happy about it, although I live on the other side of the big pond.

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