November 11, 2008

Seven Days Later

Barack Hussein Obama II will be the 44th President of the United States of America.

Honestly, I don't even know where to begin.

Moments after the networks called the election on Obama's behalf, my friend called me and said, simply "this proves that Love Beats Fear."

A few days later, another friend called and said this:

"Yo, man. I had this dream last Tuesday night, where this whack dude was the President, and he was fuckin' everything up. So we had an election, and there was another old whack dude running against a black dude.

And you know what? The black dude won.

Crazy shit, right?

So, I was just callin' to ask, did you have the same dream?"

My own personal analogy is that it's the difference between standing in a room in the dark for eight years, and suddenly someone switches on the lights. Nothing physically in the room has changed. But the light banishes the shadows. It makes the gems in the room shine. It illuminates the paths forward. Where once there was nothing but fear and uncertainty, we can now, all see the possibilities.

Now, let's take them.


For the Vets

Those of you who've seen my short film "5" know that, at the end credits, there's a dedication in honor of my brother and all of the other brave men and women who put on the uniform of the United States military to defend our nation.

Now, I'm far from a jingoist. I do think there's more than a little veracity to Smedley Butler's claims about the relationship between American military activism and the advancement of corporate agendas.

On the other hand, I like to think of myself as an aggressive pacifist. Or, in the words of our new president elect, I'll never throw the first punch, but I'll for damn sure throw the last one.

And, as much distaste as I have for non-fictional violence, I do recognize that sometimes you do have to throw that punch. And, consequently, you need people who are willing and able to throw it.

As my brother so aptly put it, "It's easy to stand on your principles when you aren't responsible for people's lives."

So, today, I want to take a moment to salute not just my brother, recently minted as a major in the U.S. Army Reserves, but to all of my family members - cousins, uncles, even dear old Dad - who've put on the colors.

Happy Veterans Day, gentlemen. You deserve it.