Mmmm…feathers.

In the past six months, whenever I was asked for whom I intended to vote in the presidential election, I always answered, “Barack Obama, but I don’t believe he has a chance in hell of actually winning.”

So said my black little heart, steeped in the cynicism first brewed dark and strong during the debacle they call the 2000 election.

This morning, I’m happy to trade that brew for a heaping helping of crow with a side of “I told you so” from anyone who’d like to serve it up. I’ve never in my life been so thrilled to be thoroughly, utterly and completely wrong. I’m celebrating my wrong-ness. I’m BASKING in it. Look at me! I was grievously mistaken!! YAY!!!!

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Let us rise up tonight with a greater readiness. Let us stand with a greater determination. And let us move on in these powerful days, these days of challenge to make America what it ought to be. We have an opportunity to make America a better nation.

…We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn’t matter with me now. Because I’ve been to the mountaintop. And I don’t mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land.

~Dr. Martin Luther King, April 3, 1968