it’s a little bit funny

this business of developing Internet friends…

many of the friends that I have on line I have IRL (in real life) as well so…finding out the who’s and the what’s of these people is easier cos I can meet them face to face and make my judgments based on body language and actions as well as the printed word.

I have numerous friends that I have developed relationships with over the course of years on line that I have never met face to face…and I admit that I have a tendency to believe the best of people until proven otherwise…

I say all this as I’m surprised at my surprise over the reactions of some people that I thought highly of to the fact that Barak Obama is President elect of the US of A.

Two people who I’ve know for many years on line, laughed with, cried with, shared pleasures and joys, as well as sadness’ and losses, have said that they are less than impressed with the person that won the race…

One person said “In my heart, I believe that everyone that voted for that asshole fucked up”

and another said “the fat lady done sung….and I really hate that song”

I gotta say…it surprised me – and made me doubt my perception of that person ongoing….

I can’t for the life of me understand why people wouldn’t want hope or change. I’ve not felt this good about US politics since JFK was murdered.

Another blogger I read says “I know a lot of people say McCain was “classy” in his concession. That if he’d been that way all through the campaign they wouldn’t have minded him as President. That’s awful nice. But I grew up in a conservative, xenophobic household. I know what McCain was saying on the surface, and I know the code words he was using to reach the hate-filled basket of idiocy that is all the Republican Party has left. McCain’s message was not gracious. It was, “Sarah will redeem us in 2012. Until then, make it impossible for this interloper to make any real change. Clinton him if you can–scream long and loud into the Faux News echo chamber we’ve built, and make him pay. Make it impossible to get any real work done.” “

For me…I know that I sincerely cried tears of happiness…for my feeling of hope for my American friends for the first time since 9-11…for the first time since the day the towers came down I think there will be someone at the helm that “gets it”.

I watched with damp cheeks one African American broadcaster who’s father had said that he could be whatever he wanted to be – even the President of the United States and now he could tell his father that he was right, and the other who’s father had told him he had no choice and no hope of being able to rise to get ahead in America as a man of colour – now he gets to tell his father “daddy, I love you but you were wrong”.

There were 2 parts of Obama’s speech that moved me specifically…

1…”And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too”

2…..”The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there.”

I am reminded of Dr. Martin Luther King, who said “we shall overcome. “

And cos I am a Canadian..made up of an odd combination of romantic and realist….I gotta say…I like what Oprah says….”hope won”‘

This time I think she’s right.

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Youth is wasted on the Young

and other deep thoughts for dark nights

why the hell is it
that people
are so intent
on always being right?

what ever happened to just experiencing
the joy of someone sharing something
that they find interesting, thrilling, evocative
without having some a-hole
immediately look it up on snopes.com
to prove that it’s a hoax?

WTF?

what is it about people
that are the first to tell you
to get yourself to the Dr
when you are feeling poorly
but haven’t been themselves
in 20 years…
no matter how damn poorly they feel

WTF?

why is it that when yer 34
and you dislocate your shoulder
you are so sure of your
‘inner strength and wisdom’
that when a dr tells you
to go for physio you don’t
and then find out in your 50’s
that you’ve done so much damage
to your rotator cuff
you’ll eventually have to have
a replacement
but it all could have been avoided
if ya’d just gone for the physio

WTF

why is it
that no matter
how fucking old you get
you still get treated like the kid
when dealing with your VOD?

WTF

deep thoughts for dark nights
to be continued
once the VOD stops
acting like the
shrieking bitch
next
door

*sigh*

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