YOU CAN LEAD A HORSE TO WATER

BUT YOU CANT LOOK HIM IN THE MOUTH

I try tyo keep an open mind.
And that is why I had remained undecided as to who to vote for until I got into the booth last night.
I thought about Detroit, and Chicago and Memphis.
Then it became so obvious that I would be voting for Obama.
I realized that I had made up my mind when I was 11 years old in 1968.
I had tried hard over the months to find a reason not to vote for him.
The only reason that would come to mind was his youth, his inexperience, his lack of seasoning.
And then I would hear him speak.
He was smart, he was fluent, and any trace of inexperience drowned in the face of his ability to find the essential issue behind any problem, and to intelligently describe and define what could and could not be done about it.

Then, when the TV cameras showed the jubilant crowds of Americans, weeping, laughing, and ignited by his victory I realized just how significant his election was.
And I wept, I sobbed, I clapped my breast.
I went outside and spit on the ground.
It really chaps my White ass.
How, Good-God-Amighty, could this have taken so long?
A black President!
If we have not "gotten over" then maybe we have at least "gotten through".
We can only underestimate the positive impact Obama's victory will have on America and around the world.

I wrote about the Peaceful One and the Big-Eared Man (click) in August. I have to think they are smiling bigtime.

I am more proud to be an American than I have ever been!