The Dream That Is Obama

I have a weakness for day-dreams. They get in the way of the business of life. Hence the need for delayed rather than immediate gratification.

It's inauguration day, January 2009. In spite of the cold.... in Paris, in London, in Bejing, in Moscow, in Cairo--the streets are jammed. And nowhere is it more jammed than in Washington D.C. After a triumphant march, Barack arrives at the podium and begins his speech, praising the spirit of liberty in a deep baritone.... summoning and calling forth metaphors of progression towards mankind's oldest dreams and the conservation of that which is sacred.

The content is murky (it's a dream after all!), but it represents the triumph of liberty and equality. And around him builds a wild, ecstatic feeling. Catharsis. The guilt of a nation washed away in tears of joy. The knowledge that our people, our nation, can be redeemed. In our eyes, and in the eyes of the world.

And then I wake up. Now....if only this Senator from Illinois could come out for full withdrawal from Iraq and oppose our oil grab........

Back to day-dreaming I suppose....

I have the same dream of the triumph of liberty and equality but the person speaking and taking the oath is Hillary Clinton.

Her arrival washes away the guilt of a nation. And then she introduces her VP - Barak Obama and his amazing wife Michelle.

And the world knows - the U.S. has returned to sanity. And may once again be the beacon on the hill that represents democracy - the people's government. What a twofer.

:)

So your dream will come true.

you have realized that his time will come in 2016 after he makes his bones as VP.