I don’t think I’ve ever talked about my personal politics here. Maybe I have, I don’t remember. And it’s not often that I ask you for anything, but today I am. Please click right here and turn up your speakers. Then come back. I’ll wait. Go! I’ll still be here.
All right. I ask you, was that or was that not the most inspiring, uplifting, and hopeful thing you’ve seen for, oh, at least EIGHT YEARS? I am in love with Barack Obama. I am in love with his optimism and realism. I want him to be my President. I want him to be your President. And if you’re Ed, I want him to be the President your Prime Minister meets with from time to time to discuss important matters such as “How the in the world can this horrific wound be healed?”
Barack Obama, ladies and gentleman. Vote. Yesterday my teaching team leader went canvassing for Obama. At a little house in central Phoenix he rang the doorbell and was greeted by an elderly black woman. When my friend introduced himself and told her why he was there, she began to cry, saying she never imagined she’d see the day when a white man would walk miles and miles to support a black man for President. Yes, we can.
Yes, we can, yes, we can.