Michelle Obama's speech, the address given by Jesse Jackson, Jr., two electrifying oratories, Ted Kennedy's appearance, one electrifying moment. Each, for different reasons, affected everyone in the room where I was watching.
I don't have any form of Blackberry-type addictive, life ordering, log-on-to-the-universe-wherever-you-are, life-consuming device for people to get in touch with me if I'm away from a land phone. Emails can wait. So can the net. -- Please don't shoot me. Hear me out.
A man in his 30s reads a book and something about how a young college student panics when he learns that a girl he slept with, just once, at a frat party, very quickly, in the corner of the party room, is pregnant. The episode in the book strikes a deep, painful chord.
The questions were asked. The answers were given. The truths we sought through listening closely to positions on issues are finally revealed through the simple mind-window of popular culture preferences.
Hillary lost her bid and her campaign was body slammed a bit too often by, of all people, Bill (ambivalence is a bitch, isn’t it?). Michelle is getting hit hard with rights and lefts from the right and was pilloried for saying what many Americans have said for years...
Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, these are heavy baggage, sin-related substances and activities. Curing them may be doing the Lord’s work ... But what of modern day, technology-inspired addictions? Are divine forces operating here too?
By now we all know how the Bush Administration maneuvered to prevent news organizations from covering the return of coffins of fallen soldiers so as to not upset the American public and dilute its support of the Iraq war.
Okay, Barack Obama is not Han Solo, but his cyber minions could be, and are even now fighting off Republican pulsars…oh, no, wait a minute, I’m confusing Star Wars and Star Trek…let’s pause for a moment…