It Could Not Go Unmentioned

Tomorrow is kind of a big day, not only for our neighbours (neighbors-spelled for their benefit) south of the border, but for the world.

For those of you who have been living under a rock, I am referencing Barack Obama, who, in a few short hours, will be the first black president of the United States of America. It wasn't that long ago that a significant portion of white America dawned white robes and spawned hatred (as well as fire). In fact, this still exists on the periphery.

The oft-quoted 'dream' is going to be realized.

I am admittedly a political junkie; however, I have never been this moved by a politician and his beautiful family. I glanced at a photo of them in a magazine today, and it gave me chills. This is how my mother describes her family's reaction and pseudo-relationship with the Kennedy's.

Now there is a lofty comparison.

I am pumped to watch the inauguration tomorrow, and to be alive for the next four to eight years to watch this great man work.

For the first time in my entire life, I am jealous of Americans because of their leader.