I watched tonight with baited breath. I was excited that the first black Presidential nominee was speaking to the Nation, accepting the nomination. It should have been a purely joyous moment. But history has taught me to be scared. It seems that every time someone comes along who can actually make good changes to society as a whole, someone who can actually make a difference and help the world along, some idiot comes along and kills them before they can do it: Martin Luther King Jr; Bobby Kennedy; John F. Kennedy; John Lennon.
I could not enjoy the speech because I was frightened, waiting for the horrible moment I was hoping would not come. The people who are so far being defeated in this election are the types of people who kill for their cause, which is, more often than not, self-serving. Sometimes I feel that the Republican talking heads should be charged with conspiracy to commit murder, because they spew hatred and ludicrous assertions to an audience which is on a hair trigger, just looking for a reason to go batshit crazy and assassinate someone. Those listeners on the lunatic fringe, who hear things about Hamas supporting Obama while firmly believing that Obama is a Muslim, that America is a Christian Nation at war with Islam and that the Pinko-Commie Leftists are fixin' to elect a black Muslim to be the President of the United States, are pretty likely to get it into their little inbred heads to personally do something about it, completely missing the irony that such an act officially makes them a terrorist.
So I sat there as he spoke, silently repeating to myself, please don't hurt him, please don't hurt him. I was too scared to be excited. I wordlessly cursed the people in this world that make it necessary for me to be forced to entertain the possibility of such a horrible tragedy. When he finished speaking, the repetition turned to: "Stop dawdling, don't hang around there, get off the stage!"
I hate it that these were my thoughts. I wish I could have watched it and been able to enjoy the moment. I envy the naive who were able to do that. I envy those who still have such faith in humanity. But me? What should have been a joyous moment of celebration was, instead, stressful. I was relieved when it was over, and he was away from the public. My God, how stressful will his inauguration speech be?