Wednesday, November 05, 2008

The sun rose this morning...
Things are the same. Different, but the same.
God is in his heaven.

After a poor night's sleep [Yes, I finally lost my composure and screamed back at the "Yes, We Can" voices on the tube; "You can what?] it is time to carry on.

I am heartened when I hear the pundits talk about young people snapping out of their apathy, knowing that the several young people in my home did snap out. And it wasn't to drink the Obamalicious Kool-Aid.

I don't want to begrudge my black friends their moment of pride in this accomplishment. But they could have done better. Much better. [Any of my family readers remembering the chunk that the tape from the Alan Keyes sign took out of the paint near the living room window?]

Yes we can.

Just remember this word: Pith.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Barack the Builder. "Can we fix it? Yes We Can!"

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I cannot live under pressures from patrons, let alone paint.
-- Michelangelo, quoted in Vasari's Lives of the Artists

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