Echoes in a Hollow Space

Random quote of the day:

 

“Henry Ford said, ‘If horses could vote there never would have been cars’ and in our system, coal and oil can really vote.”

—Thomas Friedman, Hot, Flat, and Crowded

 

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

No, I didn't party like a partying thing. Only a glass and a half of wine with the ol' pizza/TV combo.

But there was the teary-eyedness, starting in the line outside the polling place, and in the booth, and on and off all day. There was the joy of seeing my fellow Americans exercising their right to vote in such exuberant numbers. There was the tension of the wait and worry all day long, the rush home through the heavy traffic to get to the TV and election results, the nail-biting wait.

There was the aftermath, the joyous declaration of victory, and the blubbering, and the more blubbering, and the seeing of tears running down Jesse Jackson's face, Donna Brazile wiping her eyes, Robin Roberts and Steve Osunsami choking up, and Representative John Lewis of Georgia who marched beside Dr. King and spoke in a voice of wonder and disbelief of this day, and the radiant hope on the faces of people of all stripes and colors in Times Square and Grant Park and Washington DC--and still more blubbering.

And the bitter disappointment that Proposition 8 passed--but the banner on Yahoo News this morning showing a smiling Barack Obama with the banner reading, "Our 44th President." And more blubbering. Even now thinking back on these last two days.

It's been an emo rollercoaster, baby, and it's worn me out. But I wouldn't change it for anything.