Happy Obama Day

The next person who so much as whispers the word historic, I promise to throw up on. And the winner of over used word of the day is...

Yes Obama is the first blackish president of the United States and you are excited. Well I'm glad but do try to show some diginity.
As I was driving to school early this morning, a listener called in on the radio and started crying. Crying? yes, crying with real tears.

For the sake of America, I sincerely hope this young, unproven politician becomes the president everyone is dreaming he'll be.

Sorry if I sound cynical. I might have still liked Obama if all of Claremont people weren't socialist wanna-bes. If I could listen to something other than liberals who talk talk talk, then maybe I'd still support him.

By the way, I used to be a Democrat. I was 100% behind Hillary Clinton and then after she dropped out, Obama. I even went so far as to put an Obama sticker on the back of my car. It wasn't until the election neared that I began shifting my opinions. In fact, the moment I heard of Obama's victory was when I finally realized I didn't want him. It wasn't him that changed my mind though.

At school in Economics I learned about how economies worked. Thankfully, I had the kind of teacher who teaches you to look at things from both angles and to spot bias. I learned that I didn't believe in economic equity afterall, nor did I want to pay an increase in taxes to expand welfare programs. By studying supply and demand I realized how good of a job the economy does regulating itself under normal circumstances. There are some serious drawbacks to things like minimual wage or rent control. I don't even want to think about what horrors might be committed against health care. Forget autobailout plans, let the economy take care of itself the way it's intended without excess government interference. That is my opinion after a semester of basic econ and I'd be happy to debate it with anyone.

The second factor was I'm a moderate person. I always see things from both side of the issue and usually end up with conflicting views. For example, I consider abortion to be murder but I respect a woman's right to choose. When I am surrounded by too much of one perspective, I automatically rebel to clear my mind. Somewhere in my days of Claremont I rejected the Democratic swarm though I'm not sure if it was watching seventy and eighty year old seniors protesting the war and Bush on my street or if it was watching how No on 8 people tore opposing signs off of lawns and harrassed anyone who opposed Yes on 8 that did it.

I hate to be black and white though, about anything. The first high school essay I wrote showed this. We were supposed to respond to the enviroment vs. progress film/cartoon called the Lorax by picking a side and defending it. I can remember staring dumbfounded at the instructions, knowing I was neither role. Instead I wrote this:

What is progress? Progress is moving in a certain direction that will lead to future opportunities that will benefit something or someone. Is progress really progress or are we just claiming it to be because we like the outcome? This is a question that has been debated for centuries. We have the oldfangled ideas supported by one group of people to our left. On the right we have a group of younger people with fresh ideas of how things should be. Finally in the center are the middle people who neither oppose nor support progress because they simply haven’t figured which group is right. Personally I think I am more of a middle person.

So I wrote that I was a middle person instead. It wasn't a good paper and earned me a C minus along with a note telling me to stick with existing characters but I proved a point:

I am always going to be in the middle and disagree to an extent with everyone.

Good luck Obama.