Sunday, November 16, 2008

Election History

How Does Obama’s Election Color the Future

Tuesday, November 4 - I just went out for dinner after a long day working on a development proposal, and was treated to the finest acceptance speech I have ever heard.  The speech had not-so-subtle echoes of President Reagan and Dr. King, among others.  To be perfectly honest, I required the use of my handkerchief.  I took in the happy, hopeful smiles on the faces of the onlookers - both in Chicago and at the restaurant – and I listened to the words of this confident and poised young man, our president elect.  He delivered a message both grateful and admonitory, a message of triumph but also of need.   His command of our language, his sense of his relation to history, and his devotion to the nation were moving.  He moved me to tears, and I have been no great supporter of Barack Obama. 

            I am socially liberal to the point of libertarianism, and fiscally conservative nearly to the point of libertarianism as well, so I have always been a member of the unserved middle in American Politics.  I have always had to choose between a party that believes that Government should intervene in citizens’ economic life, and a party that believes government should involve itself in their personal life. It’s never been a fulfilling choice.  I’ve always felt screwed before the votes were even counted.

            This historic moment, though, got me thinking about the significance of this election, about what it says about us as a county.  We are a nation willing to give a man a chance – to elect a young man, a junior Senator, Commander-in-Chief.  We elected our first black President, a man whose features and name are but a generation removed from Kenya, exactly forty years and seven months after the death of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.  He is the fifth youngest president ever to serve, and the fourth youngest ever elected (Teddy Roosevelt got the job after McKinley’s assassination).  He is the first to have used mass text messaging and Facebook as campaign tools. 

Barack Obama is articulate in a way that, though it is polished, transcends polish and comes across as a gift, probably a calling.  In a political system as unproductive and partisan-obfuscatory as ours, leadership through inspiring oratory and clear communication is probably the most important job our President has.  If he succeeded only in being a superb opinion-leader and figurehead, he would probably rival the effectiveness of every President in the last 20 years.  FDR’s New Deal and massive war effort could hardly have succeeded without his fireside chats.

The big payoff is that Barack Obama’s election, given his youth, his race, and his passion, provides a genuine, empirical renewal of the American Ideal.  The measure of the health of that ideal will lie in Barack’s degree of success in steering our nation through its most turbulent test since WWII.  His performance will be a measure of our collective commitment to being productive members of a representative democracy.  He won’t do well if half of us fight him, nor if we accept the same right-and-left unreasonability and pork from Congress that they are used to providing.  That means that this is a personal test for each of us. 

Am I willing to set aside my personal opinions and support this President in his efforts to fix things his way?  I’m a guy who has voted Republican more often than not, who owns guns and rides a Harley, says his prayers twice a day, and believes that freedom is worth fighting over.  What do I do?  I think the humble thing to do, the right thing to do, is to listen carefully to this new President, to lay aside my doubt about some of his political and economic convictions, and to lend him my support in his efforts to lead the country the way he sees fit.  

Lisa's Pull

Pulled the Hill out of Cheyenne over Wind River’s rise,

            And Wyoming was sky, like a pretty girl’s eyes.

And I wondered aloud, by the Vedauvoo road

            How the blood ran so hot ‘neath a shoulder so cold.

But I drove on in solitude, save for my truck,

            Alone with my feelings and down on my luck.

 

Later on, at the truckstop, with my rig broken down,

            I was glad that the Wyoming stars were around;

For they are the best companions I know

            To a heartbroken trucker, so far from his home.

                                                           

 

2001, Laramie, WY,  by M.J. Brown.

Moving

 

She came slashing down Hollywood with those green eyes through the grey grit dust that the tourists kick up and I was a mess immediately.  Thinking about that girl on the Triumph that I met at the Arclight and the chances I’ve missed and the chances I’ve taken and the pain that I’ve caused and the hearts I’ve watched breaking as I stood there in silence on the shoulder or rode on through the night regardless of the rain.  And I think now as the years add up of the women I’ve left waiting and the keepers in there and the way that that’s shaped me and the man that that’s made me and I’ve gotten older and I’ve had to make some changes and I’m spending more time living in the present and trying to get to heaven but it’s still all that I can do just to try to keep tomorrow from bleeding all over today.

 

                                                                                                -MJ Brown

                                                                                                (11/16/07)

The Felony Blues


I just spent six days in the county slam

Because a cop had to ask me who the hell I am.

I gave him the “why” and “what for,”

And I woke up bleedin’ on the drunk tank floor.

 

I got the felony blues, and the bondsman’s on his way (2X).

 

I got out, after I posted bail,

And I sure don’t want to go back to that fuckin’ jail

Find me a girl that wants to squeeze me tight.

Six long, hard days – I’m gonna treat her right.

 

I got the felony blues, and the bondsman wants his pay (2X).

 

I went down to the courthouse high.

I took one last look up at the clear, blue sky.

I said “Your Honor, I swear, I thought this country was free,”

Man, and that judge really threw the book at me.

 

I got the felony blues, and the pen’s where I’m gonna stay (2X).

 

 

Lyrics by M.J. Brown.  Winter 2003/4.

Life's Lessons

V1)  I could not recall all the women I've been with

        If there was a prize paid in riches untold.

        But those that I've loved, I could count on three fingers,

        And I wouldn't trade them for Solomon's gold.

        Though they are gone, their memories haunt me,

        And I know they will 'til I lie in my grave.

        They may never know all the lessons they taught me,

        But they keep the parts of my heart that I gave.

 

Ch)  The pain and the pleasure ride so close together

        That Satan and Christ couldn't rend them in two.

        Nymph, in thy orisons, bless me and curse me.

        One day I'll be man enough to deserve you.

 

V2)   I've spent my young life up on good times and whiskey.

        And I've passed up on girls who were queens in disguise.

        Others, I've left there to wonder and miss me,

        With a wink, and some poems full of half-hearted lies.

        Fear is the reason I've always kept drifting –

        Fear if I stop I'll catch up with myself.

        'Cuz all of my bridges are ash for the sifting,

        Now I've left the bottle alone on the shelf.

 

        (CHORUS)

 

V3)  The things that we do when we don't know no better

        Won't be held against us when judgement is nigh,

        But those that we do knowing full well we shouldn't

        Are what make us fear that we one day will die.

        One day, I am sure, I must go meet my maker,

        With my hat in my hand and my mouth full of fear.

        So I'd better get busy living or dying,

        So I can say I didn't waste my time here.

 

            (Chorus)

 

Lyrics by M.J. Brown. Winter, 02/03, fall 2004.