Flav's Fav: No Good Men Among the Living
Maiello Hails The Mouse That Roared
Just two weeks from today, on the 21th of January, 2013, Barack Obama will be inaugurated for the second time as president of these United States.
Obama, as you may remember, is our first half-black president and the man so loathed by his political archenemies, for four full years jillions of dollars destined for desperately needed domestic growth have been held hostage while those jackals were busy working at destroying his presidency. All so that he would never, ever get a second chance at under-privatizing America.
Last year, in 2012 (A most hectic and flabbergasting year. There's no chance anything like the Republican campaign to nominate a presidential candidate and get him elected will ever come our way again. Right?) we learned one thing for sure: Never turn your back on your enemies. Or your front, either. They're everywhere. But what the enemy side learned in return after spending an unprecedented three or four or maybe five billion dollars to put a Republican in the White House is that money can't buy you love. (Fear, yes, but love. . .uh uh.) Barack Obama won a second term handily.
Let me write that again: Barack Obama won a second term handily.
But, while it's true that my guy won and that other guy lost and I'm so glad 2012 is over and done, I'm already getting nervous about 2013. The 21st century, a century already not known for it's kindness or consideration, is becoming a teenager. If we thought we had seen enough of our new century's oblivious silliness, misdirected angst, and uncontrollable rage, just wait until those hormones really kick in.
If we thought we had to be vigilant before, I submit that our tasks are just beginning. We can't be everywhere all the time and it's natural that things will get by us, but we should keep in mind that in order for any century to continue along a good and healthy path, it has to learn good and healthy habits in its formative years. This is a duty that must not be shirked, and, of course, it's our side that knows just how to do it. Ahem. And Aha.
Remember the last century? The notorious Twentieth? It had its ups and downs--lots of downs--but who could have predicted that in the 21st Century we would be looking back with fondness on so many elements of the one that came before? Not me. I thought by the 21st century we'd be looking back and thinking, "How quaint. We won't be doing that again."
But here we are, fighting many of the same domestic battles against poverty, health care, education, women's issues, labor issues, and inequality of every shape and form. Are we strong enough to finally make the changes necessary to make us a true government of the people? I think so. I hope so. Sure we are.
When I started this venture four years ago, on the very afternoon of Barack Obama's first inauguration, I didn't have a clue about what I was doing. (Oh, yeah? That obvious, huh?) I called my website "Ramona's Voices" because I knew my opinions wouldn't count for much without some backup, either undeniably expert or profoundly convincing. I'm constantly surprised by the things I've missed while others could see them coming a mile away Every now and then I can see things early, or at least not last, but what this all tells me is that we need each other to make sense of what's going on out there.
I plan on keeping on with this. I'm apparently enjoying the misery of it all way too much to stop now. But there are changes coming, including a possible move to Wordpress. I'm thinking about changing my blog name, too, if it won't cause too much turmoil (on my part, not yours).
But whatever happens in this tumultuous teen year, I'm hoping to share it with a roomful of company. LOUD company. Boisterous company. Smart and funny, too. Because lord knows, I'm not up to doing this all by myself.
(Cross-posted at Ramona's Voices)