America Has Spoken

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I woke up this morning to those words. The election seemed to me a little like a baseball playoff game - it dragged on so long.

The second thing I saw? Jesse Jackson crying - not sure I needed that. Yet it is a story - a black man elected President - it does show the depth of America - racism is not over, but on that point we scored.

Yet the vote yells of a landslide victory - to be honest there were millions against the president-elect. Red states, blue states - it doesn't matter, because now, we need to see how it will work.

There were critics of President-Elect Obama who decried his lack of experience. Here comes the experience! Halfway through with everything seemingly tanking, I wondered why anyone would want the job.

Hope and change? Who knows? Better feelings about America throughout the world? Most likely - we can't go much further backwards.

Yet America has spoken not for a candidate, but for some sort of change. No matter who won -that was the rallying cry. A lot of the people who voted for W changed their thought process this time around - and it doesn't mean anything except that Obama has to do the job.

I remember running for office back in high school - I beat out the incumbent - a poor girl who held the office for 11 years. I took the position for the all-important 12th year - and did absolutely nothing! The girl had the presence of mind to swallow the defeat and still do the jobs of the office.

I hope Obama has more sense then I did.

It will take a long time to dig out. Hopefully, we do it together and don't start snipping over what a crap job everyone is doing. I honestly don't know if that can happen.

Yet the beauty of the leadership of this country is in the system that our forefathers developed. America has a voice and whether your voice is for or against, you are privileged enough to speak it - that's the real news worth crying for!

Even if you didn't agree with the voice this time around, you must admit that there has been a loud out crying of a need for change. Hopefully Obama is up for the job - if not - we'll voice our concerns again. A beautiful system - one we are fortunate to have.

Oprah is now on the news - if this election was about hope - it is my one hope that this isn't black or white or Democrat or Republican.

We can only hope and pray that America is once again considered the promised land.

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