It’s a historic day. America has chosen change. We have elected our first black president. We have elected Senator Barack Obama.

It’s not a time to be cynical, but what was with that acceptance speech? What a downer!

I almost miss the empty promises of just about every other president elect which at least belied a genuine confidence in the end game. There is a big difference between the words “hopeful” and “confident,” and in an attempt to be real with the American people our president elect appeared, for a moment, to lose the absolute optimism that he rode to the white house. Hopeful is not a word you use to assure someone that you have a solution for their country, it is a word you use when things seem their most hopeless. It is the language of doctors who are attempting to remove terminal brain cancer,  of a stock analyst in modern America looking down the barrel of a recession.

I would be more lenient on the good Senator (he’s not president yet!) but he preceded this sourpussing with a string of strongly worded warnings and conditionals that prophecied a long hard road out of hell.

Then again, he did promise we’d get there. Someday.

YES WE CAN!

(ed’s note: boo, this is too fucking cynical. You need to just roll with it. This is the age of Aquarius!)

The other title I had for this post was “dEMOcracy,” but even I’m not sure what I was getting at. Sometimes the boo, he makes-a-no-sense-a.

Seriously. I hope you all voted. I done did. In fact I done did more than that (No -I didn’t done vote twice,) I made myself up all fancy like for my date with democracy.

I combed my hair, slicking it back in a decidedly non-slacker way, put on a suit jacket and a tie and walked to my polling place. It was sort of like going to church, same stale stuffy air, but with more print club booths.  Seriously, it was like a fearful nation of undead rose from their graves to vote McCain. My attire was appropriate -for a funeral.