Death Cab For Cutie

[from Nick's blog, Colony Collapse] 

I just can’t help it, I’ve got a spring in my step and a smile on my face and I’m in love with the world today. Thank you President Obama. Thank you for giving me something to believe in, to feel hopeful about, and thank you for something beautiful to be a part of and the invitation to be a part of it. I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders today, that some dark, sticky worry that has been hanging around in the corners of my mind has been released. 8 years of President Bush has felt like some kind of intellectual, spiritual and emotional endurance test that I felt doomed not to pass. He’s gone now and now I hope that my worries, along with the worries and anguish of countless others, will drift away and glom onto George W. Bush and he will live out the rest of his days suffering the heavy weight of his failure and incompetence. It’s all yours to carry now, Mr. Bush, you’ve earned it. I’m sure you’ll put on a good public face about it, you will try and laugh your way and apologize your way out from the burden of your legacy but goddamn in those small quiet moments when you are all alone in your head, I hope the magnitude of it all closes in on you and you panic for air. 

Our country doesn’t need you anymore Mr. Bush, so please, go away now. We finally have a leader that will make us all proud to be American.

So what do I do now? It’s a scary thing releasing my angst, what will fuel me? What will motivate me to stay involved, to keep pressing forward? I’m so curious about what plans people are making. All this change and hope and new era talk is exciting, but how will it look? I wonder if it will be a difficult thing to keep people energized and motivated with such a competent, calming, confident man of action at the helm? What if we all just kick back and put our feet up and collectively say, “Don’t worry now, Obama’s on it, relax.” But I guess that is what President Obama means when he talks about responsibility. So I’ll make a promise to you that I won’t go soft, I won’t ease off the gas and I won’t hang back and watch others do the heavy lifting. How will I do it? I’m not sure yet, but check in once in awhile, I’ll post about my efforts here. 

What a glorious, beautiful day.