Why we thundered “Not this time!” and meant it.
I would like to note this is perhaps the first presidential campaign wherein so many people made relationships between the competing campaigns to Shakespearian tragedies. It is my opinion no presidential campaign in the history of this country since the Lincoln/Douglas Debates has garnered human emotions so succinctly as duly noted by us bloggers. However, I do believe this campaign went a bit further in interpreting human emotions. At the beginning of this campaign and at the off set of the primaries there was in the air emotional disturbances saying that Sen. Obama’s presidential campaign was going to end up as just another Black’s failed aspirations to become a meaningful entity on the political and social stages of the United States of America. It was at that point we bloggers collective said, “Not this time!”
“Not this time” was said by ol’ Black gizzards like myself, by Anglos and an inordinate about of Jews. We did not say it with lip service. We did not say “Not this time!” as a matter of mere social or racial concerns. We said it out of righteousness. We said “Not this time” making a commitment to fight people’s souls for righteousness sake. There is a difference in making a pledge and making an oath unto oneself. When you make an oath unto yourself, you have committed all of the networking facilities within your body whether they like it or not. The energies of your soul have spoken to you! You talk differently, you walk differently and nothing about you is the same. Change. The lyrics to the song say, “There’s gonng be a change in the weather, a change in the sea. From now on there’s gonna be a change in me. My walk will be different, my talk and my name. Nothing ’bout me gonna be the same”.
Your subordinate energies have no choices it can make and your sub-conscience and all its relations are assigned the duties to shut up and sit down. You are willing to sacrifice all of them with or without their help. Your soul has spoken and that trumps everything.
Naturally, you do all you can to achieve a concerted effort knowing the tenderness of ignorance lurks everywhere within your body. When you have made a commitment to fight for somebody’s soul, you are in it for the long haul; ’til death do we part, so to speak. We bloggers were not playing! We literally meant we would fight to the death that Sen. Obama’s presidential campaign was not going to end up on the heap of thwarted endeavors of Blacks of the past who were silenced due to the fact they had something meaningful to say to America.
Sen. Obama has asked us not to get to self assured. Yeah. Right! Your soul knows when it has triumphed but we’ll dutifully hold our Hosannas until Wednesday morning. Sen. Obama has also told the canvassers to try to keeping people waiting in line to stay in line thus my reverie:
-Grandpa, you say you are going out to sing to the people standing in long lines?
-You and your brother are going to come with me if you Mother says it’s OK.
-I don’t wanna go.
-I figure ever hundred feet or so, I’ll stop and sing “God Bless America.”
- “God bless America?”
- Yes, and after I going down the line singing “God bless America,” I’ll start over at the beginning of the line singing “My country, ‘tis of thee.” and work my way to the end of the line again. Might even sing “Kum by ya” (Come by here, Lord. I want you to see something.)
- I don’t know “My country ‘tis of thee”.
- I’ll write it down for you. There may even be a church choir group who would render us a number or even a Mariachi Band.
-Grand-dad! A Mariachi Band?
-They live here too, don’t they? We entertainers have to do our part too. Sen. Obama said try to keep the people waiting in line so they can vote.
Fighting for the dignity of my Ancestors,
God bless Bill Gates, WPFW, C-Span and the spirits of the unborn for the help,
BB
Feed Our Volunteers: Cooking From Kossacks
by Auntie Neo Kawn
Sun Nov 02, 2008 at 02:35:53 PM PDT
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/11/2/162728/448/826/650064
“Not this time” was said by ol’ Black gizzards like myself, by Anglos and an inordinate about of Jews. We did not say it with lip service. We did not say “Not this time!” as a matter of mere social or racial concerns. We said it out of righteousness. We said “Not this time” making a commitment to fight people’s souls for righteousness sake. There is a difference in making a pledge and making an oath unto oneself. When you make an oath unto yourself, you have committed all of the networking facilities within your body whether they like it or not. The energies of your soul have spoken to you! You talk differently, you walk differently and nothing about you is the same. Change. The lyrics to the song say, “There’s gonng be a change in the weather, a change in the sea. From now on there’s gonna be a change in me. My walk will be different, my talk and my name. Nothing ’bout me gonna be the same”.
Your subordinate energies have no choices it can make and your sub-conscience and all its relations are assigned the duties to shut up and sit down. You are willing to sacrifice all of them with or without their help. Your soul has spoken and that trumps everything.
Naturally, you do all you can to achieve a concerted effort knowing the tenderness of ignorance lurks everywhere within your body. When you have made a commitment to fight for somebody’s soul, you are in it for the long haul; ’til death do we part, so to speak. We bloggers were not playing! We literally meant we would fight to the death that Sen. Obama’s presidential campaign was not going to end up on the heap of thwarted endeavors of Blacks of the past who were silenced due to the fact they had something meaningful to say to America.
Sen. Obama has asked us not to get to self assured. Yeah. Right! Your soul knows when it has triumphed but we’ll dutifully hold our Hosannas until Wednesday morning. Sen. Obama has also told the canvassers to try to keeping people waiting in line to stay in line thus my reverie:
-Grandpa, you say you are going out to sing to the people standing in long lines?
-You and your brother are going to come with me if you Mother says it’s OK.
-I don’t wanna go.
-I figure ever hundred feet or so, I’ll stop and sing “God Bless America.”
- “God bless America?”
- Yes, and after I going down the line singing “God bless America,” I’ll start over at the beginning of the line singing “My country, ‘tis of thee.” and work my way to the end of the line again. Might even sing “Kum by ya” (Come by here, Lord. I want you to see something.)
- I don’t know “My country ‘tis of thee”.
- I’ll write it down for you. There may even be a church choir group who would render us a number or even a Mariachi Band.
-Grand-dad! A Mariachi Band?
-They live here too, don’t they? We entertainers have to do our part too. Sen. Obama said try to keep the people waiting in line so they can vote.
Fighting for the dignity of my Ancestors,
God bless Bill Gates, WPFW, C-Span and the spirits of the unborn for the help,
BB
Feed Our Volunteers: Cooking From Kossacks
by Auntie Neo Kawn
Sun Nov 02, 2008 at 02:35:53 PM PDT
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/11/2/162728/448/826/650064
posted by BB at 8:10 PM
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