#44... Your New President

History. Rarely have I ever felt a positive part of American History before. But tonight is different. Barack Obama has blasted through the toughest glass ceiling. We got the news from Jon Stewart, who said "At 11:00 PM, Barack Obama is the President-Elect." This is too exciting for words.

I had a chance to talk to my Father twice on this historic occasion. My Dad who knows first hand the civil rights struggles that made this night possible. Thanks, Dad. I can't wait to talk to him tomorrow to get his further perspective. Of course, I can't wait to discuss with my Mom, too.

God bless you, President-Elect Obama. I wanted to be Commander-in-Chief as a kid, but always thought it would be impossible as a "non-white" person. The mantra of "you can grow up to be anything in America" never rang true until tonight. As a student of history, I couldn't be more excited. We'll get a woman into the White House soon enough, but for tonight let's keep on Baracking!

McCain has just conceded. Pinch me. Have we really elected a black man President? World, did you see that! Barack Obama has won and so have we. We put our votes where our mouths (and Constitution) are. He's black, y'all! And he's the new leader of the FREE WORLD. World, I am sorry for the last 8 years. The nightmare is over. Hope has come home to America.

I am so anxious to hear Barack's acceptance speech. Oh my! We've raised a toast to Barack and an administration that restores America to its former greatness.

Peace & Love

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