America the Great

I was inspired by all the great speeches the past two days, so I wanted to say my piece.

 

It’s not hate that drives our country to succeed, but our ability to overcome hate and look beyond our differences to create success together. It is our ability to persevere in the shadow of darkness and a refusal to give in to tyrants.

Hate was not the unifying bond of our founding fathers. They were bonded together by their drive to create a country of religious freedom, a country where one person did not have all the power, where people could feel safe and secure to be themselves. They relished change, they were inventors, and educators who invited progress, hoping for a brighter future for their children. And if you consider yourself a true American who knows that we live in a diverse melting pot of opportunity then you cannot let yourself be swayed by a person who tears down the very fabric of our country every chance he has. Who asks our foreign opposition to hack our country and is willing to commit acts of treason to secure his presidency. Who tells Americans that they do not belong here because of their religious beliefs or the color of their skin, when our country was founded on the immigrants who came searching for opportunities and helped to create this land as we know it now.

Maybe you feel this does not affect you because of your privilege and class. But, you cannot call yourself a Republican or a Democrat if you are willing to overlook these atrocities that are being committed by this man. Republicans and Democrats are Americans and no real American can condone this slander on their beautiful country in good faith and good conscious. It takes faith, hard work, and democracy to build a strong country like ours. And it can take one man to prey on the fears of the weak and ignorant to break it back down. Do not let history repeat itself. I have seen, and felt what happens when one man blames a people for his country’s problems. My own family has felt these repercussions for generations. It is not the Muslims, the Jews, the African Americans, the LGBT community, the Women, the Military, or the Mexican’s fault for our country’s problems. It is our inability to embrace each other, move past our divisions and create the effective change needed.

Until we stand together once again united under a flag of hope, promise, and drive to do good, America will remain torn by a man who’s goal is to incite fear and hate into the soul of every individual. If you choose not to vote it will be a choice that condemns our great country and makes allowances for one man to terrorize our people. That is not America the Great.

“United we stand, divided we fall.”

 

 

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A Brief Whisper

In other news: I’m officially moving to Portland, OR on June 1! Because of this, I am going through everything, and I happen to stumble upon some writing I did for my college writing class. So, I am putting it up. Hope you enjoy.

A Brief Whisper

                           The kiss I thought I had been waiting my whole life for broke apart.

                           “I don’t feel the same,” she whispered.

                           Her spearmint breath permeated the room and assaulted my senses. I looked up; she stared back at me, her blue eyes deep and foreboding, met mine penetrating right through me. She saw me from the beginning. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t want more. I quickly glanced away staring back behind her; the desk litter with various items. I spotted the lifeless orbit wrapper lying there, used, like a piece of roadkill left for dead. It was always there; that I could count on.

               We had gone to a friend’s party reluctantly together. She lived next door to one of my classmates who had become a good friend. However, that girl had been out of town for the weekend and arranged for us to go together. Three or four beers later and some terrible dancing we seemed to be on better terms. I followed her into one of the bedrooms where hookah was being smoked. Her long blond hair was falling on either side of her face, and in my drunken stupor I was enamored by her beauty. The hookah became an interesting affair when we began blowing the smoke in each other’s mouth. our lips briefly meeting in a whisper of a touch. It was enough for me to know that I wanted more. We walked home that night arm in arm to keep one another from falling. I grudgingly went into the house next door leaving her at her doorstep. I knew that I had to get to know her after that night.

              There were late night volley ball games with our friends, dinners and target trips. I thought I would bust with collected information. We sang eighties music and blasted country with our friends. We watch the Suns and UofA basketball religiously, calling each other on the phone to congratulate the other if the Suns  won or console the other if they lost. The way she would look at me with such intensity when I had something important to say, I knew she was truly listening. It was these small things that pushed me more. She lingered in my mind.

                    Then, the insane camping trip came about when everything came undone and altogether at once. We were jamming to The Joker, a favorite song, roasting marshmallows, and playing Frisbee. But, I tumbled over the edge with everyone else. A pandemonium broke out of dramatic irony. Everyone had feelings for the ones they weren’t with. However, I was left on the edge of this cliff. Even when she knew my real feelings, and I made my statement, it wasn’t enough. I still lost. We weren’t meant to be; even two orbit loving, Steve Nash fans, can only ever hold hands on the surface.

Kannel-2008