Then I go to my brother
And I say brother help me please
But he winds up knocking me
Back down on my knees
There been times that I thought I couldn’t last for long
But now I think I’m able to carry on
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
Sam Cooke (1964)
I never thought that I’d actually talk about the presidential election on this blog. It’s really not my style. After Barack Obama won the election, I had a restored faith in humanity (which was nearly lost when Prop 8 passed, but that’s a different blog altogether), but also a fear of what’s to come. It’s not a fear about what kind of job he’s going to do. No one knows. One of the dumbest things I continue to hear from the McCain backers is, “Beware of what you wished for.” Beware of what? The future? No one knows what’s going to happen. No one knows exactly what type of president Obama is going to become. The time where, “Beware of what you wished for,” would’ve made any sense was when George Bush was re-elected, because we knew exactly what he was about. And yet, he was re-elected.
Who I fear are us.