Should he come to inauguration this January as the 44th President of
the United States, he'll be 3 years Jack Kennedy's senior on that day.
JFK was 44 years old when he entered the office, 48 years ago. Barack
Obama turned 47 just this month, August 4th.
Some might contend that tonight's speech was pretty much the same old
Democrat boiler-plate, the content of which could have come from
anybody, Nancy Pelosi to Howard Dean--and yet it had the eyes of that
multitude glittering brighter than rocket bursts over the stadium.
I have no opinion, nor any comment upon the specifics of what Barack
Obama had to say tonight, as one is left with an impression of the man
which goes to something deeper than details.
People all over that stadium and the nation were getting it, just very
directly and right off the plate, firmly in the glove and hot in the
hand, in terms of something so simple, and round, and tightly stitched
as just waking up to the fact that you like this man. You like him,
and you like his family. And something else you like a lot is to see
the joy streaming in those Afro-American tears out there--and to say
that you "like it for them" misses the ball by a mile, because its
something you like finding in yourself, to be liking something for
somebody else--and really liking it a lot.
You like to think of what it would be like to be looking at that
family for the next four years, and you just think, "I would like
that."
What I don't like is what those squares in charge of the Democrat
Party are doing in terms of the multimedia. All that canned music is
strictly the schmaltz from Muzak-ville. Though I am no fan of Melissa
Etheridge, that medley she put together the other night was as close
as they've been able to come to anything halfway hip, meaningful and
moving. When the tune segued into Dylan's "The Times They Are A-
Changin'" I thought, Well, won't you just FINALLY dig that?
I mean, is the theme of the whole campaign, "change" or what? And
it's taken them this long to get around to the very anthem of the
thing? Even at that, all we get is one crumby verse? Hey . . .
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.
Copyright ©1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
--
JM
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