Meeting Persephone

Yesterday was a landmark in American history. Barack Obama became the Democratic nominee for President of the United States.

I'm not wholly thrilled with Obama. I can't get behind his energy policy completely. I have to keep reminding myself that it does take small steps, but with this country already far behind much of the rest of the world, the little steps just don't seem like enough. I can't support the idea of nuclear power - no matter how "safely" the waste is stored. I'd also like to see a single payer insurance program for all Americans - not just children. Health should never be looked at as a privilege only for those who have the wealth to take on the astronomical costs.

Only in this country do we ponder the viability of his position in the rest of the world. All I'm hearing is his broad appeal in so many of the countries that were once our allies and will likely be again if he does take office.

Despite my concerns I can't help crying every time I think of the possibilities if/when Obama is elected. Watching the DNC online (as I no longer pay for television) and seeing the excitement, enthusiasm, desperation, pride and hope in the faces of the attendees is remarkable. I'm more excited about this election than any other ever before. I cry. I sob. I'm proud and hopeful right along with those in attendance. Of course I am stuck having been born the same day Nixon was re-elected. What a thing to be stuck with your whole life.

Best quote of the night (that I can think of off of the top of my head) - "America needs to get back to being admired for the power of our example - not the example of our power" - Bill Clinton

Here's to healing old wounds, looking to a brighter future, and diplomacy rather than fear mongering and destruction.