Not only did my SUPERPHONE die about 9:15, it’s a bit hinky with our blog system, hence the slow fade from blog to Twitter to silence. I have to go to bed, but some late thoughts:
* Best moment of the night: reciting the Pledge of Allegiance and singing the national anthem with everyone in Grant Park.
* Second: The guys on the Michigan Ave. divider singing “This Land Is My Land.” Thank you for that.
* Further: Obama’s speech. Sam Cooke, Lincoln, puppies, and the Bible. The omen I should have picked up on was catching a truly gifted Red Line busker singing “A Change Is Gonna Come” the other day. Probably the best busker I’ve ever seen–a saintly voice. It takes guts to do “A Change Is Gonna Come.” And he pulled it off.
* McCain’s speech. It will get lost in the fray, but it was outstanding–not merely conciliatory, but insistent, almost to the point of excess, on the need to work with Obama’s victory. Just when I think the man has lost all sense of decency he pulls me back in. My gut reaction is that McCain’s sense of duty kicked in, which I think is strong with him. It’s an invigorating perspective on being an American in the political opposition; watch it, if you missed it.
* Rhetoric and words: they’re important. I like being reminded of that, since the subject is obviously dear to me. Also, voting. If you’re like me the 2000 election was a formative event (I stayed up until the infomercials took over from the cable news broadcasts), but it’s still pretty impressive that I can go to the polling place on Tuesday morning and have a new president beyond all sense of doubt by Tuesday evening.
* Also, McCain just seemed relieved to me. Bears mentioning.
* Roland Martin crying on CNN.
* All the “Yes we can” and “Si se puede” chants on Michigan leaving the rally. It was a bit like what I imagine Berlin was like just after the Wall fell.
* The crowd at the rally. Energetic and obviously partisan, but usually respectful and generally aware, in the group mind, of the gravity of the event.
* Atrios, still with his finger on the pulse: PRESIDENT BARACK FUCKING HUSSEIN OBAMA.
* Hearing “The Rising” on the way out. That song kills me. I can’t make it through the bridge without getting misty.
* My home state. Sic semper tyrannis, mufuhs. There are no easy buckets on this court.
* Obama whatever, the big news tonight is that Virgil Goode might lose. Goode used to be a tolerable, libertarian conservative Southern Democrat-turned-Republican whom I didn’t pay much mind (I grew up next to his district, but not in it), until he started going berserk over Muslims and coming across like a damn fool. I realize that this is a fairly obscure race, and one I didn’t even pay attention to because I figured Goode would walk away with it, but it’s resonant. Obama’s victory is a watershed moment, but within a narrow timeframe it’s not surprising. Goode facing defeat knocked me on my ass.