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Kudos to McCain

I am really excited about the race to the White House.  I think John McCain showed tremendous courage and savvy when he chose Alaska Governor Sarah Palin as his running mate.  The presidential race just got 1,000 times more historic and interesting, as we now guarantee either the White House’s first African-American president, or first female vice president.

I will have more to say after reading up on McCain’s Veep choice.  Right now, I am giving him extremely high marks for being a renegade!


Reaction to Obama’s acceptance speech

WARNING: This is a political statement, not a business post.  I am an independent, and free-thinker.  I don’t associate with any political party, but tonight, I felt the crescendo that could serve as a pivotal call to action in America’s centuries-old battle to live up to its ideals and its potential.

For the first time in my nearly-38 years as an American, I feel freshness in the air.  Even beyond what past Democratic presidents have promised, attempted to deliver, or insisted on changing, Obama brought the most qualified background ever, in terms of representing the broadest swath of America’s diversity, and promised to address our internal challenges and international woes in ways that embrace the expansive and unique makeup of the United States.  Coupled with his civil rights speech, he has made the most important statements in my lifetime about the potential for a unified and well-served American citizenry.


I feel fresh air cresting over the molten rhetoric that has mired our nation in civic mistrust since the middle of Bill Clinton’s first term.  I feel powerful, but unseen waves gathering beneath my feet, with the potential to carry this nation toward a phenomenal breakthrough.

After listening to Barack Obama’s Democratic nomination acceptance speech, I feel a vote for the Democratic party in November will be a vote for something larger than political positioning.  For the first since I have gained voting rights, I feel I am voting to make the dream of a united America POSSIBLE, rather than simply voting to put another man in the White House to enjoy the challenges and privileges of being the most powerful leader on Earth.

I say none of this to discredit others’ perspectives.  My more-conservative — and more-liberal — friends are welcome to disagree.  I may even alter my position after hearing whether McCain has fresh new ideas to unite these American states and regain global respect.

But for now, for the first time in my life, I listened to a political speech and walked away feeling like all my dreams and aspirations — even some I never thought possible — are indeed attainable.  I have more hope than ever, without exaggerating or being naive about the costs of attaining it, that racial strife can be dismantled, people of color — on Obama’s record of being a fair president — can finally attain that universal status as equal citizens rather than only enjoying that “privilege” where enlightened minds exist, or where we are “fine as long as there aren’t too many of us,” or “as long as we fit a comfortable mold the majority can understand well.”

I see the opportunity for people to truly be judged by the content of their character.  We are not there yet, but I finally see King’s dream as a possibility.  A real possibility.  If we can embrace the change and the challenge and hard work of realizing the enormous potential of a truly united America.

I like this fresh air, and hope to enjoy it for years to come.  I love this possibility.  I love this America.  I hope to live there one day.

Barack Obama Photo Journal: Lynchburg VA 2008

A brief case study in social networking


This evening as I wrapped up a meeting about a significant database issue, I received a phone call that, at some point in the next hour, tickets for a heretofore-known-only-to-party-hoi-polloi visit by presidential candidate and Illinois senator, Barack Obama, would be handed out at the local Democratic headquarters.

In this region, news is normally traded over morning coffee at the Weenie Stand (no, seriously, that’s what it’s called) or at Barbara’s Dream Hut at the farmer’s market on Saturdays.  Rare is this bucolic place the epicenter of national news, and rarer still is there a need to react very quickly to information you receive through the grapevine.  But today, if you waited to hear about this on television, you totally missed out.  This revolutionary’s visit was not advertised publicly.

So on this evening, with newly-produced adrenaline coursing through my veins, I picked up a client with whom I was to meet, forced her to race out of her home without her keys and moved with deliberate speed downtown to see if we could get passes to our town’s historic evening with Barack Obama. . . in LYNCHBURG.  Are you serious?

I immediately texted my wife, then called her to see if she can drag the kids out of the pool, dry them off, end their swim date, then hustle downtown to get more tickets.  Unfortunately, even though she was in the first wave of recipients of the message, and managed to alert a couple family members, her schedule kept her from arriving at Obama HQ in time, but let me not get ahead of myself.

TWO HOURS, 1,000-plus PEOPLE

While I thought we were privy to truly insider knowledge, received at 5:10 p.m., I was shocked to arrive at 5:35, and find myself standing in a reasonable, but growing queue, of a couple hundred people.  Already, within 30 minutes of the first insiders letting their circles of influence know, their closest concentric circle of influence had assembled.

5:38: I receive a blast text message from a buddy telling me to head downtown for free Obama tix, limit two.  Thank goodness I was already in line.  But it occurred to me that someone who hadn’t even arrived to get his own tickets was telling his entire network about the opportunity.  This suddenly became about social networking.

At 5:40, we were inching toward the ticket table, but had already started to hear rumors that the tickets were beginning to run out.  This was a lie.  First responders simply enjoyed taking a poke at those of us who waited with anxiety.

5:42: A recipient of the same text message I had received text-messaged me to ask if I knew what was up with tickets.  Unfortunately, as I received his message, I was invited to take a brochure from a campaign volunteer.  I made a mental note to write him after securing my tickets.  Knowing I needed to help my Karmic cause as much as possible, I accepted the innocuous propaganda, and prayed silently that it would somehow increase my chances of getting tickets.

Or better yet, getting the last two tickets.  Yes, I am that guy.  Its not enough to get tickets.  I also wanted the distinction of being LUCKY!  Since I couldn’t be FIRST in line, I figured the second best option would be to be last.  Alas, plenty of tickets were left.  Its 5:45 p.m.

5:46: I step up to the table, sign my name promising to show up at the appointed time or to give my tix to someone who would, and finally, I can think about responding to the last text message.

As I exalted in my victory, and repeated the new ritual of ribbing those still waiting in line, I felt the  adrenaline rush out of my body, much like that sensation moments after a big hit in a football game, or the few minutes after a wrestling match (freestyle, not WWE).  Knowing well those in line would get tickets, I felt justified in helping create a sense of tension they would enjoy after getting their tickets.  Tag, you’re it.  Pass it on.

6:00: A slight buzz is going through the waiting crowd of what must now be 400 people, wrapping out of the building, around the corner, up one city block, and around a second corner.  People who must be in the second concentric circle — or two degrees of separation from the insiders — have arrived, skipping dinners, dragging reluctant kids, toting briefcases and whatever they could carry as they raced from their cubicles to lap up whatever tickets their second-degree contacts would allow.

But I need to get back to my client meeting, because we have much to do and loads to lift.

7:00: As my client and I begin charting her path to increased contracts and greater brand recognition in the consulting community, I got a text message from my wife letting me know that they were about 30 people behind the last ticket recipients.

Two hours after the first ticket recipients arrived, in an absolute hush, the last ticket to an unpublicized event was gone.


The citizens of Lynchburg returned to their coffee and breakfast sandwiches, knowing that if they weren’t within two degrees of separation of the insiders, they may as well have been on another planet.  Now, primed for one of the most significant news events in the area’s recent history, the real story is all but over.

If you’re not using today’s technology du jour, you will miss many opportunities.  Its pretty simple.  Nearly 1,000 tickets to a quickly-organized, ZERO promotion event were gone.  If you want to truly be connected to the most up-to-the-minute action in your community, keep your cell phone on, learn to text, or, of course, work for years to become an insider.  Otherwise, enjoy the news coverage.  Or as its also known, HISTORY.