To my surprise, I find myself praying.
This is hard to admit, this year, this hour. Not only am I an avowed agnostic, but the Religious Right has been so soundly mocked for praying for the victory of their Chosen Candidate, as if they could command their God.
The last eight years, however...
It's not much of a prayer, as prayers go. It's just a single word, but one that keeps echoing in my soul as I read Barack Obama's speeches, or watch them on video, or see the words and images of those who have come together, having finally found someone that they can genuinely support, rather than a mere placeholder for their opposition.
It's a single word:
Please.
Last night,
ounceofreason said, It's Christmas Eve, except that there's a decent chance that Santa will burn my house down.
That single sentence perfectly encapsulates how I feel right now.
Please.
Perhaps I'm praying to Old Man Coyote. The last election, for me, moved "Coyote Loves Us" from a wry acknowledgment of Murphy's Law to something akin to an epiphany. It staggered me that Americans could put that man back into the Oval Office even by such a slim margin after seeing what he'd done to this country in that first term; what better evidence that our little corner of the universe was in the paws of a prankster, a practical joker with a penchant toward the scatological, who'd just pulled the national-if-not-global equivalent of a banana peel?
Nice one, Coyote. But just this once...
Please.
I'm going to work now, to while away the next several hours in the ever-so-important task of unpacking and inventorying this week's shipment of comic books and pop culture trinkets.
I welcome the distraction.
When I leave the back room refuge of the comics shop, perhaps there will be good news.
Perhaps I can allow myself to hope.
Please.
This is hard to admit, this year, this hour. Not only am I an avowed agnostic, but the Religious Right has been so soundly mocked for praying for the victory of their Chosen Candidate, as if they could command their God.
The last eight years, however...
It's not much of a prayer, as prayers go. It's just a single word, but one that keeps echoing in my soul as I read Barack Obama's speeches, or watch them on video, or see the words and images of those who have come together, having finally found someone that they can genuinely support, rather than a mere placeholder for their opposition.
It's a single word:
Please.
Last night,
That single sentence perfectly encapsulates how I feel right now.
Please.
Perhaps I'm praying to Old Man Coyote. The last election, for me, moved "Coyote Loves Us" from a wry acknowledgment of Murphy's Law to something akin to an epiphany. It staggered me that Americans could put that man back into the Oval Office even by such a slim margin after seeing what he'd done to this country in that first term; what better evidence that our little corner of the universe was in the paws of a prankster, a practical joker with a penchant toward the scatological, who'd just pulled the national-if-not-global equivalent of a banana peel?
Nice one, Coyote. But just this once...
Please.
I'm going to work now, to while away the next several hours in the ever-so-important task of unpacking and inventorying this week's shipment of comic books and pop culture trinkets.
I welcome the distraction.
When I leave the back room refuge of the comics shop, perhaps there will be good news.
Perhaps I can allow myself to hope.
Please.
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Date: 2008-11-04 05:41 pm (UTC)Really.
Sincerely.
And as a message to the Almighty (however those who read this may see Him/Her)....
Thy Will Be Done
Can't ask for better.
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Date: 2008-11-04 05:42 pm (UTC)Enough already.
Those doing the screeching are actually in the vast minority, but represent the majority of the energy spent on political hoohah. We are looking to have a record turnout this year, and the election is rather close, but I feel that once it's done, it will be a decisive victory for whomever wins it.
My wish is for all that energy to then be turned toward actually DOING something. All those screeching on both sides are leaders and intellectuals. They've managed to motivate the masses out of their inaction. Now let's motivate this country toward positive ends. Anyone can yell, scream and rant all day long.
I challenge all who read this to come up with something more to do than talk. I don't have all the ideas myself, but that's what makes this country, and this forum great. We can think things up, then we can act on them.
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Date: 2008-11-04 05:56 pm (UTC)Remember when Gibbons did the montage for Rexall's election, and all the crowds are all crazyfierce in support for that crook, and all the signs they're waving read "Hell YES!" In support of him?
That was 2004, here.
Have people in America changed? I don't know. But let's hope that we vote for the right candidate who's the right one for the office...
Rather than the guy who promised America the best, wildest, "no, dude, they're out of town we can do ANYthing" most awesome party EVER while he was housesitting at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
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Date: 2008-11-04 08:29 pm (UTC)Well, maybe it's Coyote, or maybe He (or She or They) work in mysterious ways, but we both know how that turned out.
But this time, yes, once again... Please, let the right one win this.
Please.