Nov 7, 2008 What's Going On
So here we are, three days after the big election. And reality is setting in. First of all, the world didn’t magically change the moment that the election was called. I’m not sure what I expected to happen, but whatever it was it didn’t.
Then, it hit me that Bush still has more than two months in office. I mean really, couldn’t we just speed things up? Obama has had twenty-one months to think about staffing and to plan. I bet he could roll a U-Haul into the ellipse at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue tomorrow and things would still run better next week than they have been for the past eight years. But no, we have to wait.
I also didn’t realize that losing the election wouldn’t mean the end of Sarah Palin. She’s not going anywhere. And maybe that’s a good thing. A friend of mine started a Facebook group, Palin 2012, with the idea that the best way to get Obama re-elected is to have him running against Palin. Makes sense.
I also forgot about all of the other stuff going on in this election. Proposition 8 passed in California. This could mean that my sister and her new wife are not married anymore. I can’t even imagine what that must feel like for them. So much thought and planning and hoping and feeling went into their wedding, and they’re so happy, and now the voters in California have decided that they shouldn’t be. I don’t understand this kind of thinking. I don’t get why people are threatened by gay marriage. There are things happening every day that I don’t agree with, but that’s life in a complicated world. Live and let live, love and let love.
Elizabeth Dole lost her senate seat in North Carolina. Good. Some say it had a lot to do with her running a despicable ad showing her opponent, Kay Hagan, at a fundraiser with a group that advocates for the rights of people who don’t believe in God. The ad seemed to show Hagan saying that there is no God, despite the fact that she’s a former Sunday school teacher. I myself am an agnostic, and would have even more respect for Kay Hagan if she didn’t believe in God. But if she does, then trying to get votes by saying that she doesn’t is just wrong. And it didn’t work. Good.
The Al Franken Minnesota senate race still hasn’t been called, and won’t be for several weeks at least. The count was so close (just a few hundred apart) that it triggered an automatic recount. I’ve read several of Al Franken’s books, and while they were meant as comedy, he makes a lot of sense.
My friend’s mom won the position of supervisor in her Florida county. It took two days to count all of the ballots, because the current supervisor – the one she was running against – was so disorganized. So it’s especially sweet that after running an incredibly chaotic election, he lost the position of running elections. This reminded me of a video I saw before the election of the supervisor in Philadelphia. For those “Friends” fans out there, the Philadelphia election was basically being run by Joey’s agent Estelle. Take a look.
Scary on several levels.
I also am realizing that I missed out on huge celebrations in my neighborhood on Tuesday night. Apparently there were big, spontaneous street parties in several locations just a few blocks away. I was asleep at 10:30, half an hour before the election was even called for Obama. I’m not sure I would have even gone out if I had known what was going on, but it didn’t even occur to me that people would be taking to the streets. This was such an emotional event for so many people, I guess I should have assumed that the neighborhood would be partying.
And last, I’m confused about something. It’s completely inconsequential, but it has me puzzled none the less. Barack Obama is being called our first black president, but actually he’s our first interracial president. It’s as though we’ve gone back to the “one drop rule” of the Old South, where if a person had any black ancestors at all he or she was considered black. Obama is such a great man, with so much potential for being a fantastic president, that I guess we all just want to claim a part of him. But he’s not the first black president. His mother was a white woman from Kansas. And his father was an African man. He’s a walking classification buster. He’s white, black, foreign, American, and I’m sure lots of other things. But I guess the most important thing is that he won, however you want to classify him.
UPDATE: President-Elect Obama just referred to himself as a “mutt” during his press conference. I love him.
Originally posted on Selfish Mom