Capitol-ism

For the first time in my life, I'm actually proud to be an 'American.' I'll give you one guess as to why.

You got it, I'm sure.

But if you didn't, here you go: Obama.

This man, whose name alone defies so many ill-begotten conventions of this nation, has inspired a slew of people worldwide. He has single-handedly (in a sense anyway) brought together the old, young, black, white, gay, straight, fat, skinny, tall, short . . . and made us all give a damn, all at once.

I mean, come on. That's pretty impressive.

. . .

When I think back to the night that he was elected, I lose my mind all over again (and it feels phenomenal!).

The rejoicing . . . ! The elation! The collective ecstasy of a people who had finally allowed ourselves to be vulnerable again; to possess a dream that just barely kept an inconceivably cruel nightmare at bay.

We did it (Yes We Did!!!)!

And if you weren't here to cry and scream and dance and laugh and scream and cry that day, no worries! You still have a chance to phatten up your nostalgia bank on Tuesday the 20th.

Who cares where you're coming from, just come. Who cares that you'll have to miss work, just come. Who cares that you don't have a place to stay. . . .

You can stay with me. For free.