he finally figured out what house he wanted to build
I know I made fun of Mr. S. relentlessly during the end of the tour about the “building a house” shtick, which never made any sense, never seemed to go anywhere, and had crew members rolling their eyes every time he went into it.
Yesterday, however, I think he finally figured it out:
They will, however, be leaving office, dropping the national tragedies of Katrina, Iraq, and our financial crisis in our laps. Our sacred house of dreams has been abused, looted, and left in a terrible state of disrepair. It needs care; it needs saving, it needs defending against those who would sell it down the river for power or a quick buck. It needs strong arms, hearts, and minds. It needs someone with Senator Obama’s understanding, temperateness, deliberativeness, maturity, compassion, toughness, and faith, to help us rebuild our house once again. But most importantly, it needs us. You and me. To build that house with the generosity that is at the heart of the American spirit. A house that is truer and big enough to contain the hopes and dreams of all of our fellow people by our ability to accomplish this task. Now I don’t know about you, but I want that dream back, I want my America back, I want my country back.
So now is the time to stand with Barack Obama and Joe Biden, roll up our sleeves, and come on up for the rising.
We were celebrating my mom’s 70th birthday yesterday, so I couldn’t be at the rally, but I’m sorry I missed it, and I’m glad he’s out doing what he can.
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