I’m proud to be a Democrat. I’m proud of Obama.
Obama’speech was powerful and moving. I’m a life-long bleeding heart liberal and I cried with joy.
I loved the steel in his eyes, his anger when he talked about the misdeeds of Bush/Cheney. That toughness gave me hope that he will stand up to the Republicans during the campaign.
I loved his audacious goals – 10 years until energy independence. America can do that with effective leadership.
I loved the inclusiveness of his message. When he is president the healing of the wretched red/blue division inflamed by the Bushites will begin.
Last night I let myself get optimistic again.
I talked to my Mom before Obama talked. She reminded me that 45 years ago our family hosted 3 Unitarian ministers who were in D.C. to attend Martin Luther King’s March on Washington. My Dad went with them and heard King give his “I have a Dream” speech. Dad would have taken the whole family but there was a threat of violence against the marchers.
I just wish Dad had seen Obama speak last night. He would have split his cheeks grinning through his tears of joy.