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The last time I read anything about the Electoral College process might have been in a middle school civics class taught by a guy in polyester coaches shorts, long tube socks and a whistle around his neck. Maybe you can relate. If so, here’s a link to the Office of the Federal Register, National Archives and Records Administration that will give you all the info you should ever want about the electoral college (without the coaches shorts!)
NARA | Federal Register | U.S. Electoral College
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I thought the video below was funny. It is obviously an pro-Obama video (at least obvious by the end).
However, I watched this video after reading a book excerpt by Vernon E. Jordan Jr. in Nov. 3 issue of Newsweek (The Jordan Gospel). The first sentence is striking:
“As one born in 1935 in the deep south who saw my father and oldest brother go off to Europe and Asia to fight in World War II and return home to Georgia unable by law to vote in the white primary, I stand here today–astonished, smashed, unbelieving, incredulous–that America has come to this place and time.”
This is history of which I am totally aware. And yet, I read that sentence and had to read it again, aloud to Susie. It is difficult for me to imagine such a blatant hypocrisy that would condone or allow such circumstances to persist while claiming allegiance to a Nation alleging liberty and justice for all. The place and time that Jordan finds America is one in which the three most viable candidates for the Presidency of the United States of America were a woman, a black man, and a former POW who survived 5 1/2 years in captivity…these are truly astonishing, smashing, unbelievable, incredible times.
As I listened to the closing lines of the little video below, I tried to imagine myself, having lived in the United States my entire lifetime, experiencing for the first time an election in which a candidate of my race actually has an opportunity be elected to the office of President of the United States of America. I could not imagine such a circumstance. And yet I have friends who live that experience every day. Change indeed! No matter who is elected Tuesday in the amazing process we employ to select our leader, I will be proud to be an American. I hope that pride will never cloud my vision to the point that I fail to recognize the hypocrisies that still prevail. I heard someone say somewhere, sometime: “Our democracy is not merely a place where majority rules, but a place where it is safe to be in the minority.” Let’s live up to that!
“Bear in mind this sacred principle, that though the will of the majority is in all cases to prevail, that will, to be rightful, must be reasonable; that the minority possess their equal rights, which equal laws must protect, and to violate would be oppression.” –Thomas Jefferson: 1st Inaugural, 1801. ME 3:318
This is simply amazing. I’m not sure where to begin. Watch the video… This would almost be funny if it wasn’t so sad. Actual thought is obviously discouraged at this institution of higher indoctrination.
I struggle for words here. Several jokes come to mind. I could express my amazement at how delusional very intelligent human beings can be. I could talk about how sad I feel for the young woman in the video who has been brain-washed to the point of denying the very image of God in which she has been created.
I guess I’ll simply say how thankful I am to be a part of the Cooperative Baptist Fellowship knowing my daughter will be encouraged and supported in whatever calling she chooses to pursue.
This is a lazy post because I’m going to point you to another blog. Scott Cole is a friend in Birmingham, AL. I like reading his blog, Southern Sojourner…It is an eclectic mix of theology, politics, music, food, etc. I respect him and value his friendship (despite his obvious character flaw: a love of University of Alabama football). A recent post of Scott’s collected several video clips of Sarah Palin being interviewed by Katie Couric and Charles Gibson. Theses clips are chilling. (click the link above and check them out).
One of the scarier things about this whole Sarah Palin fiasco is the fact that so many people will believe absolute unsubstantiated lies about Barack Obama and yet dismiss her very own words as “attacks by the liberal news media.” To anyone who would claim her words were taken out of context, there is no context imaginable that can excuse such obvious and absolute ignorance. This is truely scary.
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Palin/Giuliani et. al. provided a fantastic illustration of how out of touch the Republican Party is with the poor and marginalized in our country. To mock the work of community organizing was was almost funny if it wasn’t so sad. You see the job of a community organizer is to bridge the gap between people who have no voice or power within the political landscape in which they find themselves. Obama’s work on the southside of Chicago was to unify the voices of those out of work and devoid of influence or representation in the halls of the political machine. What Palin and Giuliani smugly mocked and what a room full of middle to upper middle class white people laughed at last night were the efforts of a well-educated upper middle-class leader (Obama) to bring these “huddled masses yearning to breathe free” (see poem below) into the process of our great country. That is nothing to be mocked. That is what brave men and women have fought and died for through out the history of our great country. The American idea is not about how we can live secure on our little “island” detached from all the worries of the world. The American idea is to be a beacon of freedom for the rest of the world. At least that’s what I thought it was supposed to be. Remember the poem on the statue of liberty?
“The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
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