To have a President who speaks in cogent complete sentences. A President who isn’t snide and condescending. A President who doesn’t resort to posturing. A President who has favorite philosophers and poets.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s totally refreshing. It’s just a brand new feeling in my adult life.
Look! There I am!
In honor of Veterans’ Day, I suggest you read two things from The Atlantic. The first is from this month’s issue, an article that explains how beefing up the Transportation Safety Administration is “security theater“ and how afraid it should make you feel, especially when you’re standing in the queue.
The second is from the issue last November, in which The Atlantic asked a bunch of people to define their perception of the future of the “American idea.” For this issue, David Foster Wallace submits an essay in which he asks this:
Are some things still worth dying for? Is the American idea one such thing? Are you up for a thought experiment? What if we chose to regard the 2,973 innocents killed in the atrocities of 9/11 not as victims but as democratic martyrs, “sacrifices on the altar of freedom”?
Read it.
It is due to your selfless service and commitment to this country that I am able to sit around and mindlessly play Gears of War 2 for hours on end tomorrow. And for that, I thank you.
Love,
Keith
Your new, transparent government that is truly, finally by the people and for the people.
In case you’re not sure what I am talking about, the soon-to-be Obama administration has created a new government level website called Change dot gov. There are news updates, info about the President- and vice-President-elect as well as their families, and there is also a section in which you can send in your story or your vision for the future of the United States.
How much do you need to know before you finally accept that this man is the shit?
My friend forwarded me an email with this image linked in it:
Thank you, Patrick Moberg. Whoever you are, you’re amazing.
Palin as President deserves one final look before we close the door on the possibility of that crazy power-hungry anti-woman becoming anything close to President.
Also, just in case you weren’t sure, Is Obama President dot com.
This morning I woke up and it was sunny out. It was clear enough that I could see the Olympic mountains out my skylight, framed by the Seattle skyline and the Space Needle. It was a beautiful new day, and the world just seemed better, as if a huge grey cloud had been lifted from everything.
Last night, I came home just before the election was called, so Rachel and I celebrated alone with a toast and a glass of wine. After the commotion had settled, I started trying to do homework. I could hear the helicopters following the celebrations. Firecrackers were going off on my block. I read the news. Then, when I was in it with my homework, my friend Catherine texted me. “hey, are you on pike and broadway by any chance?” No. But she convinced me to go party. I got Rachel out of bed (she couldn’t sleep anyway) and we walked to the intersection of Pike Street and Broadway avenue. What we saw…
It’s a rainy night and I am home alone. I just finished what I think is a particularly good five-page paper on William Wordsworth’s Resolution and Independence. I am going to go get a snack, play some Xbox, start working on my other papers that are due this week, pass in my Wordsworth paper tomorrow, go vote, then go get a free coffee and a free sex toy. Hah.
(The latter I wasn’t being competely serious about, just for the record)