Barack Obama Says: "Yes, We Can"

Although I am no political savant, I like many other world citizens am capable of forming opinions in regards to our wonderful politicians... Now, the Oct 14th Canadian elections really do not impact my life whatsoever except for the typical piss off over not being able to see whose walking the crosswalk due to the ridiculously ugly posters of Rafael Tzoubari and Irwin Cotler blocking my way... but I refer to, rather, the American politics of Obama/Biden and McCain/Palin. Now, I know jack shit about McCain other than he's an old fart and I'd much rather see some young vibes from that big ass White House. Palin is some chick from Alaska who apparently is godly because she's a woman who can actually compete with these men (did we all really forget about Hillary Clinton THAT quickly? C'mon!)... Biden pisses me off too, but probably cause he's old and most likely smelly... but Obama, now that's a character I'm enticed by. He's captured my attention so many times that if I was American, I'd be voting for him, surely.

As with every election, the celebrities and multi-millionaires step up to support their favorite candidates in a who's-who fashion. Now, normally it would piss me off that everyday Americans are blindly following their favorite athlete, celeb or musician's vote pick but recently I stumbled upon a youtube video that changed my mind about all that:

Now the famous celebs shown in the video are impressive. Who knew that Bryan Greenberg could play guitar that well and that Scarlett Johanson could sing? I mean really, that in itself is fascinating for those celebrity stalkers and those enthralled with the World of the Rich and the Famous... but for me it struck a different chord. Not only did all these famous people who quite frankly, for the most part, dont need any exposure or the hell that comes with certain political ties, come together to support a single individual. But rather the words that were said. I'm not talking about the positive "Yes, We Can" mantra, which by the way, I think is fabulous but the line in Obama's Kansas speech (which by the way is the foundation for the whole video):

"We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope. But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope." 

Now I've always been a huge sucker for deep, catchy and poetic lines but that one struck me like nothing else. I can't explain what it is about that line that makes my heart leap into the palms of Barack Obama and wish that he becomes the next President but really, it just is that way. Due to my newfound love for this man I've researched a few of his other speeches and have come across several other lines that make believe this man is truly great:

"It's a story that hasn't made me the most conventional candidate. But it is a story that has seared into my genetic makeup the idea that this nation is more than the sum of its parts -- that out of many, we are truly one."

and

"Unless we perfect our union by understanding that we may have different stories, but we hold common hopes; that we may not look the same and we may not have come from the same place, but we all want to move in the same direction -- towards a better future for our children and our grandchildren."

I mean it's fairly obvious that the guy's black, and that only like 60 years ago, black men, women and children were all slaves of white Americans, but in spite of that, this man wants to forgive all that and move forward and make this world a better place. Now I know it sounds like a bad Michael Jackson song (seriously, what is it about black guys wanting the world to be a better place). But it touches me in a way I cant bring myself to describe.

Either way I think Obama is fabulous, and wish that he would become the next President of our Southern neighbors.

To see the music video in its entirety and all the relevant info and support it's received click here

Follow-up:

Saw this video and thought it was quite funny...

Also, Em sent me this link a few days ago and she deserves some cred (even though it's been all over the TV):

I Am Turning into the Crazy Cat Lady

1 cat painting on the wall. check.

2 real cats sleeping on the bed. check.

3 cat posters. check.

Sanity? - undecided.

The notion of me becoming the cat lady was always a joke (realistically, still is). But my every increasing suspicion is that I am inching closer and closer to a reality which entails me being alone. As Pacey Witter, endemic underachiever of Dawson's Creek, says in episode 6 of season 3, "until I can look at myself without judgement or condemnation, I am not ready for anyone." I wholeheartedly couldn't believe this to be any more true.

After flipping the DC dvd into its drive, I naturally went on a needle in the haystack hunt for the DVD player remote buried in the multiple piles of seemingly-irreplacable-junk on my desk. Even more obvious is that I didn't come up gasping for air empty handed, but rather, without the remote. Instead, I found a pack of matches on my desk, why I have a pack of matches on my desk, I have hardly a clue. What I do know is that I've flirted with the possibility of being a pyromaniac several times in my early teenage years. (Conclusion: not a pyro, but I certainly do love a flame and the smell of blown out matches). Moving on. As I fumbled with the pack of matches while watching heart-wrenching episodes of DC, it suddenly occurred to me that there is no bigger truth than the center of a flame.

Allow me to explain. There are 4 elements that must be present at the time in order for a fire/flame to exist:

1. a sufficient amount of oxygen is needed to maintain combustion

2. a sufficient amount of heat is needed in order to reach the specific ignition temperature of the particular material intended to burn

3. the particular material intended to burn, itself (duh!)

4. the chemical reaction that causes fire (some complicated business about atoms breaking apart, heat reaching a certain temperature and yadayadayada - yes, yes, I checked online).

I've come to the conclusion that starting a fire is very much like having a relationship. I'm assuming that is why many people refer to their "sparking" relationship as a flame, a burnt out flame, etc, you see my point. Anyhow, this is what I figure:

1. The sufficient amount of necessary oxygen is like the level of how comfortable you are putting yourself out there. The more oxygen, the bigger, better, etc the flame, the more comfortable you are, the more likely you are to WANT to go out and meet someone. 

2. The sufficient amount of heat needed to ignite the material is comparable to the level of mutual attraction and feeling required to start a relationship.

3. The particular material intended to burn is the actual individual you are considering/have met with the intention of dating.

4. The chemical reaction is of course the actual reaction and potentiality of more than friendship occuring. 

So back to my point about the truth found in a center of the flame. Now that the fire has started, or the relationship created, rather than killing my metaphor. There is a certain period that it can last based on the size of the flame, the size of the ignited material and the surrounding factors. This is identical to any relationship - depending on the strength of the relationship, the desire of the individuals involved and the outlying environment and factors, the relationship has a certain potential of lasting.

Now you might be asking yourself, what does this lecture on combustion, fire and relationships have to do with Dawson's Creek, Pacey Witter and being alone with my cats? Probably nothing. But in my head, it all made sense as to why I'm currently single. I'm not happy enough with myself to even ignite a spark. I'm not even looking for a flame let alone a fire here. Just a simple spark, something to let me know I've made the right decision, the right choice about who I am. 

I guess this thought is like most. You walk into the darkened bathroom with the box of matches, you light the first one on the right and stare into the mirror. The first few seconds of incandescence you see yourself perfectly clear, but the longer the match burns and the longer you look at yourself in the mirror, the contours of your face begin to get fuzzy, the specifics start to become less clear... But, I guess that's life for ya... As for becoming the crazy cat lady? We'll just have to wait and see.