I’m posting on this historical day, well, because it is a historical day. America now has our first ever Black President. Significance seemingly focused on the FIRST and not how we got here. Let me be a cynic. I might be in the minority slightly annoyed by the everyone jumping on the band wagon mentality of this all. As though this was something that we all collectively wanted. Really ? All these people now so proud to be American. So proud to be part of history. So excited about… I find myself to be coolly turned off by all this. Similar to how totally negative I felt about people gushing over how great China is during Olympic. Really ? Really ? Are they that great ? Why not love China through all the food poisoning and bullying ? Why not be proud of America enough to contribute more ? Are you not suppose to love a country even when it’s down, proud to be its citizen even when everyone seems not to be ? I really cannot stand the shallowness and hypocrisy of this all. We witnessed the history because we are part of the zeitgeist. Not because we chose to. What makes think you proud of just going with the flow ? You are now proud to be an American… because, eh, you were ashamed of being one before and one man changed your mind ?
So, on this historical day, let me be the cantankerous lone American, unimpressed about all this hoopla. Yet hopeful that the country can be great again, under this first ever Black President. Not because of his race or upbringing, but because he simply might be able to do it.
