Breaks Over

But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been
anything false about hope. For when we have faced down impossible
odds; when we’ve been told that we’re not ready, or that we shouldn’t
try, or that we can’t, generations of Americans have responded with a
simple creed that sums up the spirit of a people.

Yes we can.

It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the
destiny of a nation.

Yes we can.

It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail
toward freedom through the darkest of nights.

Yes we can.

It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and
pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.

Yes we can.

It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the
ballot; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.

Yes we can to justice and equality. Yes we can to opportunity and
prosperity. Yes we can heal this nation. Yes we can repair this
world. Yes we can.

Yes we did. Last night, the watching, the waiting, the texting, the phone call from Kizz where we were both snorking thru tears and knee deep in amazement…surreal. I dreamed about it all night. I feel hope. I feel dazed. I feel SOMETHING other than despair.

But now, the work begins. It’s time for us all to pitch in and clean this fucking mess up. Everyone doing their part to help, just like we did for this campaign. Five bucks here, yard sign there, throwing down vocally or posting knowledge for others. Yes we can. Pick up some of this trash that we’ve been living with, wading through, suffocating in.

Our President Obama will make change, will clean things up, but it won’t be over night. And he can’t do it alone. It’s time kids, to go to work.

Breaks over.