I don’t know how you, individual reader, feel about the elections being over, but I’m pretty stoked. The mixture of seeing the Facebook news feed bickering, ad campaigns and having to be hyper aware of all that went on during this election for my job has given me political overload.
On the night of the election, rather than watching results periodically, I spent most of my evening at the Republican and Democratic watch parties here in Manhattan. I was at the Democrats’ party at Kite’s when the announcement was made that President Barack Obama had won a second term.
I was elated; we had named a president-elect before my bedtime.
I went home and checked my Facebook before going to bed. Most of my friends were happy about the outcome of the election, and some were. . . well, not happy about it at all.
Those in the latter group acted like the sky was falling. Some even said that the world was going to end or that this was the “worst day in America.”
I have to be really honest: it irked me to a level I haven’t felt in a while. It wasn’t exactly anger, but just an overwhelming annoyance. I have a personal philosophy that words are important. I mean, I am a writer, after all. Certain combinations of words can hurt, cause pain or make absolutely no sense at all. Like the “worst day in America.” Think about that sentence for a minute. What exactly does that mean to you?
To me, it means a September morning when I was 13. I was sitting in my band class when someone ran in and said that two planes had hit the World Trade Center in New York. I didn’t even know what was happening or what the Trade Center was at that point, but I knew this was a big deal. When I got home, my parents explained to me that these people attacked our country.
That was an “awful” day in American history, but it wasn’t the first. Pearl Harbor was another; my grandparents remember that well.
The Kent State massacre? The assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr.?
Here are a few I’m sure we are all familiar with: Oklahoma City bombing. The shooting at Columbine High School in Colorado.
Look,the world will not end because your candidate didn’t win office.
This election has given me a bad case of election hangover, and quite frankly, I’m sick of the negative nature of people supporting both parties.
Let’s have a real moment here. Do I think there are things that need to be better? Of course, I think that idea is what America is based on. Do I think that Obama is perfect? No, no candidate alive is perfect.
Do I think that this is the worst time in our country’s history? Absolutely not.
In the 1930s, during the Depression, many people lost everything. They stood in food lines and questioned how they were going to feed their families. We got ourselves out of that bind, and I have no question that we can get ourselves out of the problems America has today or any other problem that arise in the future.
I have a job, a roof over my head, food to eat and a healthy family, and a lot of other people out there have the same. For those who don’t, I feel that the American spirit keeps them going. Things will eventually get better. Do I know if President Obama will be responsible for that happening? I don’t know, but I have hope, and I have faith in America as a country, that we can do anything.
I mean, look at our track record. Surviving 236 years is nothing to laugh at and we will survive the Obama era and many problems to come.