I like many have just heard Barack Obama’s speech and echo several way more eloquent sayings about how moving and wonderful this was (my girl Jen Andrews and my girl Bassey Ikpi are both KILLING it). Yes, this feels historical. Yes, this is supposed to feel historical because it fucking hasn’t happened before. Yes, I am moved because Barack is smart AND black AND has a plan that’s better than that other dude. Yes, I have an affinity for Hilary and yes, I agree that some of her people were in it for her and not for us. The sweet is that all of these things are brand new. There is no other moment in history that can mirror this moment. Sorry Jesse but your agenda was way to narrow for everybody to ride on. And that’s okay. It happened the way it supposed to. We have just been given a visual portrait of a dream that happened long even before Martin Luther King Jr and his March on Washington. This was born when skin color was made to be a negative difference and millions of people wear forced into labor because of the color of their skin. Before that, there was no evil apple. After that, we are all naked. We have moved to a point now, finally, hundreds of years later but decades after monumental change, that we are moving towards either being okay naked or choosing clothes. We are moving towards not being blind and not being negative-ists anymore. This is a moment we have changed together.

Scott says the hope of light always shines in the darkness of fear. That said…let’s move on to the sour.

While researching that Evileen Michelle Malkin who insists that she did not approve the “Obama Baby Mama” caption on Fox News but is guilty of so much more malice and poison, I cam across some dangerous discoveries: her registered comment klan. There was so much malice and ignorance posted on her board, so much irresponsible rhetoric and weak attempts at being intelligent wits that I almost came off my high of HISTORY being made. They almost won. They almost won with their slander and their hater-ades for what they judge when their own glass houses are cracked and crumbling. Juan Williams, that pseudo-journalist for NPR and Fox who acts as those he’s the devil’s advocate when he’s really just being devilish, is not so far from these monsters who’s roots run deep in this country. Juan, on Fox (Scott made me watch…like held me down and hid the remote, so we could see what the others say), said he was immediately not impressed. He said it like that girl in high school who finds out that the cute boy likes her friend. “I ain’t like him anyway,” she says with that lump in her throat. Barack talked about a new play book and haters sneer but they refuse to act by creating a new playbook. They would rather bash someone who has a new idea, like he said, because their own ideas are stale.

As Scott and so many others have said: ‘If you can say you are better off than you were four years ago or even eight years ago (to the Malkin comment person who said that eight years ago was 9/11 - you’re a year off and I was in New York for 9/11 breathing in particles of innocent Americans paying the price for an oblivious administration), then continue voting for an administration that is okay with you fighting for your own (one Malkin comment praised his effort of taking care of his own family and not needing Democrats to do so - I think you should move to a small island so you don’t have to interact and have any American spirit).’

The difficult time for us folks who believe in hope, is to have enough sweet, enough power to overcome the sour, the ones who love stale, white bread, monotone, treble like existences. We must continue to bring the bass, the bring the drum, to bring the pride we have for even hoping that we can change this dismal, hard, recessed, gray area we live in while those select few party like rock stars behind their rich fat velvet ropes. Kick in the door and bring your sweet combat the sour.