That’s my husband’s take on how I’ll respond to the day after, i.e. November 7.
Today is Election Day.
Washington’s movers and shakers for the next 4 years are being decided upon today. Even as I write.
I actually left the gyrations of politics behind a few days ago. The nonstop spin of media pundits and the constant polling wore thin.
For me, the die was cast when I mailed in my vote for President Obama. Nothing anyone could say or do would make me reflect upon my decision. That is until SHE happened along.
Watching high winds and swollen waters overwhelm our puny structures was humbling. To this day, I have difficulty dispelling the notion that our existence is, at best…whimsical.
Running parallel is my feeling that what does matter…is us. In the blink of an eye, we could cease to be.
And in that same blink what’sapparent is that we can’t take it with us…stuff, that is.
Governor Romney promises, with him as President, we will be able to have stuff..to buy stuff.
In and of itself, that’s not a bad thing. It’s how Romney plans to do it that threatens our already tentative existence.
To do that, he guarantees 12 million new jobs. It’s certain those jobs will involve fossil fuel, the primary pollutant affecting climate change.
Romney’s business mentality…taking care of the now, squeezing as much out of the moment as possible, getting out before the tide turns, hoping for the best, not looking back, and above all…having no regrets.
In contrast, President Obama has deliberated the long term effects of his actions. A sign, perhaps, of his professorial background. He has made value-based decisions, including ones to do with climate change. Not all have been politically correct. In some instances the President has lost favor with one group or another, even his own liberal constituency. But at the end of the day, he remained true to his own moral compass.
The President made the last campaign speech of his political career last night in Iowa.
He reminded the audience, those standing in the cold with him and we who watched on TV while comfortably ensconced in our warm homes, that he and his wife were catapulted to the national stage with their first win in that state during the last election. He spoke of local meetings with only 20 folks in attendance…of backyard barbecues…of meet and greets in community centers and church halls. Small town folks…with small town values.
As I watched the President and the First Lady embrace to the raucous applause of cheering Iowans, I identified with the unassuming couple at the center of the crowds.
Barack and Michelle Obama hail from families who struggled to keep food on the table, clothing on their backs, and rooves over their heads. Education was a priority in both their households. And as a result of having been raised by loving and supportive parents and grandparents, Barack and Michelle continue to display the same for all those in need of that same love and support.
Like the Obamas, my worldview embraces all those who struggle in their daily lives. I’ve been there. To some extent, I’m still there. Retirement looms on the horizon for my husband and me, and my daughter, an artist, will always live frugally.
Knowing that I am part of a larger human community makes Mother Nature’s whimsy more bearable.
I am not alone.
When I die I won’t care about the stuff I leave behind. I will take my leave of this transitory existence knowing that I share the love and support of all those with whom I have aligned my life.
…love thy neighbor as thyself…
…he’s not heavy, he’s my brother…
…do unto others, as you would have them do unto you…
…no man is an island unto himself…
…share and share alike…
…verily I say to you, inasmuch as ye have done it to one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it to me…
…the obamas…my kind of people…