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You should have seen the streets in Washington last night! Throngs were gathered outside the White House and almost just as many gathered at the corner of 14th and U St., the area where the riots started following the MLK assassination.

Everywhere we went, people were leaning out of their car windows, honking, hooting, and hollering. It was like the end of World War II. And it was greater, sweeter than any Longhorn victory party I have seen.

I can’t believe that I will be in Washington, D.C., to witness the inauguration of Barack Hussein Obama as the 44th President of the United States of America.

The full text of his speech after the jump.

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Tomorrow night we mark history. We have been a part of something significant.

On this election eve, I am reminded of a scene from one of the more touching episodes of Designing Women that aired on January 1, 1990. In the episode titled “The First Day of the Last Decade of the Entire Twentieth Century,” the cast meets Miss Minnie Bell Ward, a 102 year old Black woman, on New Year’s Eve in a hospital. After regaling everyone with stories from her life, she launches into a monologue:

I thought as I got older, the bold outline of truth would be revealed to me, but it hasn’t happened. When I was young, I was in such a hurry. And now, I’ve been here a hundred years. It seems like only yesterday I held my babies in my arms. I’m glad to be going home. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my family.

And I wish for all of you, all the love and happiness I had in my life — and I hope the world keeps going toward freedom. And I hope that people everywhere can learn to live together in peace.

An then, her final words before dying:

As my pappa used to say, “We ain’t what we should be, we ain’t what we’re gonna be, but at least we ain’t what we were.”

Hallelujah. Amen.

There’s some interesting drama unfolding on Craigslist Missed Connections. Who knew Craigslist could be so therapeutic?

Mixed emotions – m4m – 33

Reply to: xxxxxx
Date: 2008-10-24, 9:00AM EDT

I miss the old you. Well, at least the part of you that told me that you would always be faithful. It was easy for you to break your promise and deviate and now I find it difficult to patch it all up.

“I don’t regret loving you – I regret not loving myself enough to walk away.”

I wanted us to work out so bad that I took you back. But now at night as we lay in bed I look at you with caution and my desire to hold you is no longer there. I get so frustrated that I toss and turn. Maybe I should walk away because the feelings of love I thought I would have are turning into anger. Such a special time of year to be in a rut. I imagined much more for us. The pain behind the smile is becoming harder to hide.

I don’t regret loving you – I regret not loving myself enough to walk away.

This one brought me to tears:

Re: Deleting that memory – m4m (You Go!)

Reply to: xxxxxx
Date: 2008-10-23, 10:14PM EDT

Delete that memory. Now. We are within the short span of one week becoming the powerhouse couple, baby, that we always knew we could be and sought through Thick and Thin!

I love it when I say ‘Thick” and I think about you. Thin, yes, that also! But in an entirely different context. But I digress.

You, who force me as I wake every day to realize that I am Loved Man, deserve some serious recognition!

Thank you for taking care of me when I was sick. Thank you for writing me poetry when my dog had died and I thought the world was going to end because I could not make sense of my horoscope in the context of how my last class had gone. Thank you for calming me when I thought the world was going to end. It was you who showed me I was reading the classified ads upside down. Who else could have shown me that without making me feel stupid. Thank you, young lady, er, man, for the legs you have shown me on Mondays, allowing me nearly endless pleasure in wondering what the rest of the week would bring. And when it brought more of you. And more of you. And more of skinny little you, with curves in ALL the right places, and hair *just* so, and hair in all the right places, too, what could a subject such as myself do? Thank you for that, too.

“I love sitting next to you, quietly, as if we are having a steady breathing contest, did you know that?”

I love sitting next to you, quietly, as if we are having a steady breathing contest, did you know that? It is because I can see your stomach or your chest move slightly and as silk-ily as a butterfly gliding in the still air that I begin to wander to another part of the world, a good part, when we are having these steady-breathing contests. My mind thanks you as it finds a small house on a wooded lane with a gurgling brook and a bungee chair – no that’s a different dream – and a small outdoor fireplace and some places to sit. To be continued…

And finally, a reminder that you just never know what’s happening in a person’s life:

Adorable guy crying and carrying a pumpkin (Oct 21) – m4m – 25 (Logan)

Reply to: xxxxxx
Date: 2008-10-23, 11:51AM EDT

I have to admit, I followed you a bit (as weird as that sounds). But I’ve never seen such a masculine looking guy with tears in his eyes in such a random way. You weren’t really crying outwardly… Clearly you had a lot on your mind and it busted out in the form of a few tears. You probably couldn’t wipe them away from onlookers because you had your hands full with bags and a pumpkin!? (which of course intrigued me more). But that didn’t stop you, you just pushed on like a trooper, oblivious to everyone you passed. It was as though you were on a doomed mission or something. You were so cute and pitiful looking I just wanted to give you a huge hug. What was the deal with the pumpkin you were carrying?? You ended up going into Logan Circle and I turned around because I thought I was being creepy. If you need a hug or a shoulder to lean your head on…. don’t worry, not to sound cocky, but I think I’m in your league in terms of attractiveness. And you clearly have a heart which is so rare in this city and I find that so sexy. Even if your not interested, I really hope you get through whatever is pulling on your heart. Remember, all things pass.