This defeat is only the latest chapter of what I’ve always known would be a long, hard haul. Our democracy’s history is littered with names we neither remember nor celebrate — people who stood in the way of progress while protecting the powerful. On Wednesday, a number of senators voted to join that list.
It is now our generation’s task to carry on what those pioneers began. For our journey is not complete until our wives, our mothers, and daughters can earn a living equal to their efforts. Our journey is not complete until our gay brothers and sisters are treated like anyone else under the law – for if we are truly created equal, then surely the love we commit to one another must be equal as well. Our journey is not complete until no citizen is forced to wait for hours to exercise the right to vote. Our journey is not complete until we find a better way to welcome the striving, hopeful immigrants who still see America as a land of opportunity; until bright young students and engineers are enlisted in our workforce rather than expelled from our country. Our journey is not complete until all our children, from the streets of Detroit to the hills of Appalachia to the quiet lanes of Newtown, know that they are cared for, and cherished, and always safe from harm.
Back in November I lost a bet to my roommate. We’re both political junkies but I’ll be the first to admit that politics consumed my life last year. I was obsessed with the election and checked Nate Silver’s blog at least five million times a day.
The bet: Felipe wagered that Barack Obama would once again win Colorado while I believed that the state would turn red. Whoever lost would have to write a post admitting they were wrong. The loser would also have to link to the other’s blog at least three times to make things interesting.
I’m obviously the loser as Obama did take Colorado. While our bet was in good fun, and more of an inside joke than anything else, I, being the incorrigible trickster that I am, argued that he didn’t stipulate a timeline for posting so it’s now 2013 and I’m talking about old news.
I guess the take away from all of this is that I should think more carefully about being an active consumer of a lame media narrative that does little to inform and much to divide. The election felt like a world-changing event that would forever alter the course of history. Now I know better and I pledge to take a break from the rat race that is politics and focus on the things that really matter.
To reiterate: Felipe won.
This is Luna.
Someone abandoned her in a dumpster when she was only a few days old. Luckily, someone else found her and rushed her to the local animal shelter. She was so small that they weren’t sure she would survive the night.
Growing up my family always had dogs so cats were foreign creatures with sharp claws and an appeal I didn’t quite understand or appreciate. But that all changed when I first held Luna. She looked up at me and my heart melted. She was all I could think about for the rest of the day.
I brought her home the weekend before Thanksgiving. She weighs 3.5 pounds now, but don’t let that fool you. She already thinks she’s a tiger.
Page 1 of 3