The Inscription

It’s around 5.30 AM, November the 4th 2008, somewhere in Dublin, Ireland.

Myself, Ovak, and F-Money are sitting in Ovak’s living room. Glued to the TV. The three of us had sat through it all. An hour or so earlier we watched McCain make a gracious concession speech. Now we were watching Obama making his acceptance speech, and wiping the tears from our eyes.

At the conclusion of his speech F-Money turned to me and said; “So who, or what, are you going to hate now?”. “I’ll think of something” I replied.

It’s true that most of the world (including myself) is overwhelmed with a sense of optimism that I haven’t witnessed at any time over the last 8 years of the Bush / Cheney regime, but nothing has changed yet. And sadly it’s very likely nothing will change.

I do have some hope, but until I see war crimes tribunals, withdrawals from Iraq and Afghanistan, acknowledgements of, and apologies for, wrongdoings, and Wall Street in the dock, I will remain unconvinced. I’m hoping this isn’t merely an illusion designed to give hope to the hopeless.

Till then I’m going to enjoy this euphoria thing a little longer.

J.K.