Brilliant Acceptance
As I watched Obama read from the left and right teleprompters behind bullet proof glass in a well orchestrated moment complete with soundtrack, perfect lighting and staging, I wondered who and how many people contributed to the writing of that masterpiece he read so eloquently?
Who prepared the setting, decided on the size and shape and placement of the stage, who chose the music and who went into the studio to record it, who set up the electronics, where were they purchased or rented and for how much money? Where did the funds come from and how much did this "impromptu" acceptance speech cost? How long and how many hours were dedicated to this one moment? How long has it been in the works?
I wondered how does an honorable man accept the praise and benefit for the words he delivers knowing everything is scripted and produced and checked and corrected and approved by countless others?
When did reading a written word become more important than actual actions? Great speech. So what? Yap yap yap. A prepared speech does nothing but elevate the speaker. Signing on the dotted line gets things going.
I was also curious how men currently holding office in the government can separate themselves from policies and actions and decisions made by the government when they were a part of the government that created and accepted the situations that currently exist? How do they dare say we need change from the current administration while being a part of that current administration they are condemning? Why do they champion change only when they are soliciting your vote?
Yes we can. Sure we can. But why didn't we before? Why didn't you before? Why do you expect us to believe you will now? I hope you do.
Even with all of these thoughts and questions, I watched and hoped. I was watching an historic event of unknown outcome and of uncertain direction. New management. Old employees. Now what?
I was horrified that I might be watching Obama's last moment, and because of that horror, I continued to watch like I did when O.J. was riding along in his Bronco followed by police a million years ago. A hit on Obama last night could have sent our country into chaos and ruin. The "terrorists" could easily have won. I was and remain fearful for our incumbent.
I am hopeful that we did not elect the best looking candidate or the youngest or the most popular and stylish candidate or the candidate with the best looking wife or the candidate that reads and acts very well or the candidate that shook my hand or kissed my momma or came to my work place and made promises that were not his to give. I am not yet convinced.
I am hopeful. I am not naive. I am thankful. I am wary.
Who prepared the setting, decided on the size and shape and placement of the stage, who chose the music and who went into the studio to record it, who set up the electronics, where were they purchased or rented and for how much money? Where did the funds come from and how much did this "impromptu" acceptance speech cost? How long and how many hours were dedicated to this one moment? How long has it been in the works?
I wondered how does an honorable man accept the praise and benefit for the words he delivers knowing everything is scripted and produced and checked and corrected and approved by countless others?
When did reading a written word become more important than actual actions? Great speech. So what? Yap yap yap. A prepared speech does nothing but elevate the speaker. Signing on the dotted line gets things going.
I was also curious how men currently holding office in the government can separate themselves from policies and actions and decisions made by the government when they were a part of the government that created and accepted the situations that currently exist? How do they dare say we need change from the current administration while being a part of that current administration they are condemning? Why do they champion change only when they are soliciting your vote?
Yes we can. Sure we can. But why didn't we before? Why didn't you before? Why do you expect us to believe you will now? I hope you do.
Even with all of these thoughts and questions, I watched and hoped. I was watching an historic event of unknown outcome and of uncertain direction. New management. Old employees. Now what?
I was horrified that I might be watching Obama's last moment, and because of that horror, I continued to watch like I did when O.J. was riding along in his Bronco followed by police a million years ago. A hit on Obama last night could have sent our country into chaos and ruin. The "terrorists" could easily have won. I was and remain fearful for our incumbent.
I am hopeful that we did not elect the best looking candidate or the youngest or the most popular and stylish candidate or the candidate with the best looking wife or the candidate that reads and acts very well or the candidate that shook my hand or kissed my momma or came to my work place and made promises that were not his to give. I am not yet convinced.
I am hopeful. I am not naive. I am thankful. I am wary.
posted by RJK at
4:08 PM
2 Comments:
He is inexperienced, arrogant and a socialist. All mouth and no substance. I am not hopeful, except in Jesus. I am quite frankly worried. Law is about equality not empathy. Our president elect is, I fear, not up to the job and too cocky to know it.
I pray I am wrong.
"New management. Old employees. Now what?"
I'm wary too, but I'm not hopeful. I'm skeptical & pessimistic. I'm dubious of a system that focuses on getting into power & holding onto that power at all costs.
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