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I’m not your politics guy. I haven’t spent hours combing over records, figures, or policies.
I’m not your one issue guy. Abortion. Gay Marriage. Iraq. Gender. Race.
I’m your idealism guy.
I live in jaded naivetĂ©. I’m quasi-inspired*. I’m a realistic dreamer. I’m a republican for Barack Obama.
For those of you who know me, you know that I’m inspired by Don Quixote; that my motto for living is taken from the very words of Man of La Mancha:
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
I’m weary of the world as it is. I want it to be a better place. I want those around me to be better people. I am told time and time again in the business world that you can’t live that way. It’s not part of your job, the system doesn’t work that way. People are cogs; it’s about producing x number of widgets. That’s someone else’s job. It’s not about understanding someone else, it’s about making sure that you are understood.
I refuse to live that way. I give my own money. I give my own time. I get my hands dirty. I give the honor and credit away to others. I do all of these things because I believe that they are the right things to do. I do them because I hope I can change the world around me.
Politics have never interested me. They grate my nerves; they churn my stomach. I hate the fighting. I hate the hating. I show up every 4 years, click the “R” lever and move on. Primaries? What are those? Yet this year I find myself watching CNN, checking polls, and fascinated by the whole process. No one did a thing for me until after loosing (and that’s really what I find the most interesting, that in speech where he was the looser, he inspired the most) the New Hampshire Primary, Barack Obama gave this speech.
I was in tears, because these very words spoke to the core of how I live my life. Apparently I wasn’t the only one.
There is a whole list of things that I disagree with Obama about. But I believe. I hope. I think that I’ve found someone who’s willing to listen to ideas from all sides. Someone who believes that if you want to make a difference, you have to change the people. That we are the ones, who can make that change if we so desire.
* Quasi-Inspired: Stirred, but not enough to get off the couch and do something (A shout out to Steph and Andrea)
From Uncle Johnâ€™s Daily Web Calendar:
Pope Gregory XIII devised the 365-day calendar in 1582, based on how long it takes Earth to orbit the Sun. But it actually takes closer to 365.25 days. So the popeâ€™s people added an extra day of the year every fourth February to compensate for the discrepancy. Want to be even more accurate? Earth circles the Sun in exactly 365.242199 days. To make up for that discrepancy, Leap Year is skipped every three out of four century years not divisible by 400 . . . so 2000 was a leap year, but 1900, 1800, and 1700 werenâ€™t.
Frankly, I think all of this is a scam.
We finally get an extra day and is it a holiday? No. Did businesses across the country count on us working 366 days this year? No. Funny, last year it was good enough that we worked 365 days, why isnâ€™t it now? Weâ€™ve managed to scrimp and save time over the past 3 years, enough time to compile a whole day and we do we get to enjoy it? No.
So here I sit on a Friday, that should rightly be mine I might add, working. I mean honestly? For real? I had considered just taking the day off as PTO, but thatâ€™s what â€śthe manâ€ť wants. He wants you to pay for what is rightly yours.
Iâ€™m thinking of organizing a walk out.
Yeah, a walk out will totally show them. Right around 4:58, theyâ€™ll never see that one coming. Yes, yes, totally sticking it to the man, one minute at a time. Before he knows it, Iâ€™ll have my day back and heâ€™ll be none the wiser.
Now, if only I can find others to conspire withâ€¦.
Jon has a very distinct ring tone on his cell phone. Every time it goes off, my head flashes back to commericals from days gone by.
I hope in some way by burdening you with these, I can get them out of my brain.
Enjoy (thanks Jon).
I love people who are willing to laugh at themselves.
Thanks Mike, you made my Saturday.