By KOMO Staff & News Services
In The Mood For Some Change?
Okay…let’s go
In The Mood For Some Change?
Okay…let’s go
Almost Four Years Ago
I attended the 2004 Democratic National Convention
and
heard this speech.
Today here in Washington State
I’m going to
have the
Audacity TO Hope
2004 Democratic National Convention Keynote Address
delivered 27 July 2004, Fleet Center, Boston
Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Dick Durbin. You make us all proud.
On behalf of the great state of Illinois, crossroads of a nation, Land of Lincoln, let me express my deepest gratitude for the privilege of addressing this convention.
Tonight is a particular honor for me because, let’s face it, my presence on this stage is pretty unlikely. My father was a foreign student, born and raised in a small village in Kenya. He grew up herding goats, went to school in a tin-roof shack. His father — my grandfather — was a cook, a domestic servant to the British.
But my grandfather had larger dreams for his son. Through hard work and perseverance my father got a scholarship to study in a magical place, America, that shone as a beacon of freedom and opportunity to so many who had come before.
While studying here, my father met my mother. She was born in a town on the other side of the world, in Kansas. Her father worked on oil rigs and farms through most of the Depression. The day after Pearl Harbor my grandfather signed up for duty; joined Patton’s army, marched across Europe. Back home, my grandmother raised a baby and went to work on a bomber assembly line. After the war, they studied on the G.I. Bill, bought a house through F.H.A., and later moved west all the way to Hawaii in search of opportunity.
And they, too, had big dreams for their daughter. A common dream, born of two continents.
My parents shared not only an improbable love, they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or ”blessed,” believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success. They imagined — They imagined me going to the best schools in the land, even though they weren’t rich, because in a generous America you don’t have to be rich to achieve your potential.
They’re both passed away now. And yet, I know that on this night they look down on me with great pride.
They stand here — And I stand here today, grateful for the diversity of my heritage, aware that my parents’ dreams live on in my two precious daughters. I stand here knowing that my story is part of the larger American story, that I owe a debt to all of those who came before me, and that, in no other country on earth, is my story even possible.
Tonight, we gather to affirm the greatness of our Nation — not because of the height of our skyscrapers, or the power of our military, or the size of our economy. Our pride is based on a very simple premise, summed up in a declaration made over two hundred years ago:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
That is the true genius of America, a faith — a faith in simple dreams, an insistence on small miracles; that we can tuck in our children at night and know that they are fed and clothed and safe from harm; that we can say what we think, write what we think, without hearing a sudden knock on the door; that we can have an idea and start our own business without paying a bribe; that we can participate in the political process without fear of retribution, and that our votes will be counted — at least most of the time.
This year, in this election we are called to reaffirm our values and our commitments, to hold them against a hard reality and see how we’re measuring up to the legacy of our forbearers and the promise of future generations.
And fellow Americans, Democrats, Republicans, Independents, I say to you tonight: We have more work to do — more work to do for the workers I met in Galesburg, Illinois, who are losing their union jobs at the Maytag plant that’s moving to Mexico, and now are having to compete with their own children for jobs that pay seven bucks an hour; more to do for the father that I met who was losing his job and choking back the tears, wondering how he would pay 4500 dollars a month for the drugs his son needs without the health benefits that he counted on; more to do for the young woman in East St. Louis, and thousands more like her, who has the grades, has the drive, has the will, but doesn’t have the money to go to college.
Now, don’t get me wrong. The people I meet — in small towns and big cities, in diners and office parks — they don’t expect government to solve all their problems. They know they have to work hard to get ahead, and they want to. Go into the collar counties around Chicago, and people will tell you they don’t want their tax money wasted, by a welfare agency or by the Pentagon. Go in — Go into any inner city neighborhood, and folks will tell you that government alone can’t teach our kids to learn; they know that parents have to teach, that children can’t achieve unless we raise their expectations and turn off the television sets and eradicate the slander that says a black youth with a book is acting white. They know those things.
People don’t expect — People don’t expect government to solve all their problems. But they sense, deep in their bones, that with just a slight change in priorities, we can make sure that every child in America has a decent shot at life, and that the doors of opportunity remain open to all.
They know we can do better. And they want that choice.
In this election, we offer that choice. Our Party has chosen a man to lead us who embodies the best this country has to offer. And that man is John Kerry.
John Kerry understands the ideals of community, faith, and service because they’ve defined his life. From his heroic service to Vietnam, to his years as a prosecutor and lieutenant governor, through two decades in the United States Senate, he’s devoted himself to this country. Again and again, we’ve seen him make tough choices when easier ones were available.
His values and his record affirm what is best in us. John Kerry believes in an America where hard work is rewarded; so instead of offering tax breaks to companies shipping jobs overseas, he offers them to companies creating jobs here at home.
John Kerry believes in an America where all Americans can afford the same health coverage our politicians in Washington have for themselves.
John Kerry believes in energy independence, so we aren’t held hostage to the profits of oil companies, or the sabotage of foreign oil fields.
John Kerry believes in the Constitutional freedoms that have made our country the envy of the world, and he will never sacrifice our basic liberties, nor use faith as a wedge to divide us.
And John Kerry believes that in a dangerous world war must be an option sometimes, but it should never be the first option.
You know, a while back — awhile back I met a young man named Shamus in a V.F.W. Hall in East Moline, Illinois. He was a good-looking kid — six two, six three, clear eyed, with an easy smile. He told me he’d joined the Marines and was heading to Iraq the following week. And as I listened to him explain why he’d enlisted, the absolute faith he had in our country and its leaders, his devotion to duty and service, I thought this young man was all that any of us might ever hope for in a child.
But then I asked myself, “Are we serving Shamus as well as he is serving us?”
I thought of the 900 men and women — sons and daughters, husbands and wives, friends and neighbors, who won’t be returning to their own hometowns. I thought of the families I’ve met who were struggling to get by without a loved one’s full income, or whose loved ones had returned with a limb missing or nerves shattered, but still lacked long-term health benefits because they were Reservists.
When we send our young men and women into harm’s way, we have a solemn obligation not to fudge the numbers or shade the truth about why they’re going, to care for their families while they’re gone, to tend to the soldiers upon their return, and to never ever go to war without enough troops to win the war, secure the peace, and earn the respect of the world.
Now — Now let me be clear. Let me be clear. We have real enemies in the world. These enemies must be found. They must be pursued. And they must be defeated. John Kerry knows this. And just as Lieutenant Kerry did not hesitate to risk his life to protect the men who served with him in Vietnam, President Kerry will not hesitate one moment to use our military might to keep America safe and secure.
John Kerry believes in America. And he knows that it’s not enough for just some of us to prosper — for alongside our famous individualism, there’s another ingredient in the American saga, a belief that we’re all connected as one people. If there is a child on the south side of Chicago who can’t read, that matters to me, even if it’s not my child. If there is a senior citizen somewhere who can’t pay for their prescription drugs, and having to choose between medicine and the rent, that makes my life poorer, even if it’s not my grandparent. If there’s an Arab American family being rounded up without benefit of an attorney or due process, that threatens my civil liberties.
It is that fundamental belief — It is that fundamental belief: I am my brother’s keeper. I am my sister’s keeper that makes this country work. It’s what allows us to pursue our individual dreams and yet still come together as one American family.
E pluribus unum: “Out of many, one.”
Now even as we speak, there are those who are preparing to divide us — the spin masters, the negative ad peddlers who embrace the politics of “anything goes.” Well, I say to them tonight, there is not a liberal America and a conservative America — there is the United States of America. There is not a Black America and a White America and Latino America and Asian America — there’s the United States of America.
The pundits, the pundits like to slice-and-dice our country into Red States and Blue States; Red States for Republicans, Blue States for Democrats. But I’ve got news for them, too. We worship an “awesome God” in the Blue States, and we don’t like federal agents poking around in our libraries in the Red States. We coach Little League in the Blue States and yes, we’ve got some gay friends in the Red States. There are patriots who opposed the war in Iraq and there are patriots who supported the war in Iraq. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the stars and stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.
In the end — In the end — In the end, that’s what this election is about. Do we participate in a politics of cynicism or do we participate in a politics of hope?
John Kerry calls on us to hope. John Edwards calls on us to hope.
I’m not talking about blind optimism here — the almost willful ignorance that thinks unemployment will go away if we just don’t think about it, or the health care crisis will solve itself if we just ignore it. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about something more substantial. It’s the hope of slaves sitting around a fire singing freedom songs; the hope of immigrants setting out for distant shores; the hope of a young naval lieutenant bravely patrolling the Mekong Delta; the hope of a millworker’s son who dares to defy the odds; the hope of a skinny kid with a funny name who believes that America has a place for him, too.
Hope — Hope in the face of difficulty. Hope in the face of uncertainty. The audacity of hope!
In the end, that is God’s greatest gift to us, the bedrock of this nation. A belief in things not seen. A belief that there are better days ahead.
I believe that we can give our middle class relief and provide working families with a road to opportunity.
I believe we can provide jobs to the jobless, homes to the homeless, and reclaim young people in cities across America from violence and despair.
I believe that we have a righteous wind at our backs and that as we stand on the crossroads of history, we can make the right choices, and meet the challenges that face us.
America! Tonight, if you feel the same energy that I do, if you feel the same urgency that I do, if you feel the same passion that I do, if you feel the same hopefulness that I do — if we do what we must do, then I have no doubt that all across the country, from Florida to Oregon, from Washington to Maine, the people will rise up in November, and John Kerry will be sworn in as President, and John Edwards will be sworn in as Vice President, and this country will reclaim its promise, and out of this long political darkness a brighter day will come.
Thank you very much everybody. God bless you. Thank you.

moar funny pictures
Oh Yes.
We rocked the town.
amm
Livin with my eyes closed, goin day to day
I never knew the difference, I never cared either way
Lookin for a reason, searchin for a sign
Reachin out with both hands, I gotta feel the kick inside
All fired up
Now I believe there comes a time
All fired up
When everything just falls in line
All fired up
Audio of
21,000 peoplepacked Key Arena in Seattle, Washington today to stand for change with Barack…
Barack also recieved a big endorsement from Washington Governor Chris Gregoire…
I would like to thank our Governor- Chris Gregoire
for standing up with us here in Washington State
for Obama
She’s a Rock Star.
ps
I happen to think this
song
fits the occasion better then any other.
enjoy
Livin with my eyes closed, goin day to day
I never knew the difference, I never cared either way
Lookin for a reason, searchin for a sign
Reachin out with both hands, I gotta feel the kick inside
All fired up
Now I believe there comes a time
All fired up
When everything just falls in line
All fired up
We live an learn from our mistakes
All fired up, fired up, fired up – hey
Aint nobody livin, in a perfect world
Everybodys out there, cryin to be heard
Now I got a new fire, burnin in my eyes
Lightin up the darkness, movin like a meteorite
Chorus:
All fired up
Now I believe there comes a time
All fired up
When everything just falls in line
All fired up
We live an learn from our mistakes
All fired up, fired up, fired up
The deepest cuts are healed by faith
Now I believe there comes a time
When everything just falls in line
We live an learn from our mistakes
The deepest cuts are healed by faith
Now I believe there comes a time
When everything just falls in line
We live an learn from our mistakes
The deepest cuts are healed by faith
Now I believe there comes a time
When everything just falls in line
We live an learn from our mistakes
The deepest cuts are healed by faith
Now I believe there comes a time
When everything just falls in line
We live an learn from our mistakes
The deepest cuts are healed by faith
Now I believe
amm
Oh sure Chad.
If Peace and Love moved into the same neighborhood as Rock and Roll I think I think Rock and Roll would TP it’s house and spray weed killer on it’s lawn until it moved away.
But this is a cool article, and I’m very proud of all three of you so welcome to My Irregular Bones.
You wild men you.
amm
After only a few a few weeks of rehearsals the trio made their debut at the Snohomish County Democrats picnic at the Tulalip Amphitheater (where they were asked to repeat their four rehearsed songs a couple of times). They have since performed for 32nd LD Chair, Lila Smith (in her DNC Candidate Hospitality Suite) at the WSDCC quarterly meeting in Wenatchee, at the King County Democrats Awards Banquet, and most recently as the motivational entertainment for the WPEA’s “Lobby Day” in Olympia.
( Luis Moscoso- otherwise known as Mr A.M. Moscoso- my blog guys so hahahaha)
( Jackie is on the left ….and Chad is on the left – oh I’m on fire tonight- for real he’s standing…on the left I just can’t say it Right Chad is on the right. God that’s going to cost me – amm )
Each of the members of the Three Chord Progressives has a history of performing in musical groups in their previous lives. They have found that a common appreciation of the music of those mentioned above (and other musician/activists) has made working together a real pleasure. While most of the material they perform comes from the folk/rock era of the 60’s, an occasional love song or finger snapper has been known to be thrown in simply for the pleasure of it.
If you have the time and happen to find yourself in the Everett area on February 15th, you should drop in for a couple of hours of Peace, Love and Rock-n-Roll with the Three Chord Progressives.
Peace,
Chad (The Left) Shue
I have friends who will not particpate in the
upcoming Caucuses in Washington State
because
their voices are not being heard
they say.
Their actions don’t matter
they tell me.

I say they no longer take action because
they are tired of hoping.
I say they no longer speak up
because they are tired of being shouted down.
So this weekend
I will be heard.
I will participate
I will not have those things taken from me
by anyone.
Ever.

anita marie moscoso
Snohomish County, Washington State
February 7, 2008
The Girl With The Man’s Name
and her son
Who Could Be Our Next President
from the Seattle Times, Seattle Washington:

Stanley Dunham, in a Mercer Island High annual.
Memories of Obama’s mother
By Nicole Brodeur
Seattle Times staff columnist
This is going to sound strange, Maxine Box says, but 50 years later, she can’t forget it:
Barack Obama’s mother used to crack her knuckles.”Constantly,” Box told me as we sat in her Bellevue home on the eve of Super Tuesday, talking about Stanley Dunham, the girl with the man’s name and the son who could be president of the United States.
Box, 65, was Dunham’s best friend at Mercer Island High School, where they were members of the Class of 1960.
“Obama Mama,” is how they refer to her in the school’s front office when reporters come around. The Mercer Island Reporter. The Chicago Tribune. Staffers got used to pulling out the 1960 yearbook, until it was recently misplaced.
Same with Box’s copy of the yearbook; it’s in her house somewhere.
But it doesn’t matter — the memories are still clear as day.
And Box wants to keep them that way, to somehow honor the friend who died of ovarian cancer in 1995, before she could see what her son would accomplish; that he would become one of the final two Democratic candidates in the race for president.
Politics may divide us, but a mother’s pride, well, that’s a feeling that easily crosses party lines.
“She’d be overwhelmed that he’s done what he’s done,” Box said of her friend. “To think that your child has grown up to be this fine man that so many people love. … “
Box called her friend “Stannie,” a nickname for Stanley. She was named for her father, who wanted a boy — and the girl knew it. As a result, their relationship was strained.
“He was hard on her, in that he picked on her,” Box said of Stanley Dunham, a furniture salesman in downtown Seattle.
“He had a sarcastic humor,” Box said, “and she could give it back.”
Dunham’s mother, Madelyn, a bank employee, was “very quiet and serious” and often protected her daughter from her husband’s sarcasm, Box said. (She is still alive, but the Obama campaign has not made her available for interviews).
Dunham and Box were part of a close group of girls who attended football games and sock hops but didn’t really date. They listened to The Limeliters, The Kingston Trio, The Brothers Four. Their parents played cards together.
Dunham and Box walked home together after school, usually stopping at Box’s house for mint-chocolate cake before Dunham went on to the Shorewood apartments, where she lived with her parents.
“I don’t remember prolonged intellectual discussions,” Box said. “But we were all questioners. It was the feeling of the whole school. We were on the debate team, we knew about current events.”
And they felt “destined” to attend college.
Box wanted to work with children, and got a teaching degree at the University of Washington.
Stannie “was such a good student, very intellectual and above all of us. Not just thinking about boys and clothes.”
When her father took a job selling furniture in Hawaii, Dunham moved with them and enrolled in the University of Hawaii.
Not long after, Dunham wrote Box that she had met a Kenyan grad student named Barack Obama. They married and had a son.
For all the tension Dunham had with her father, Box said, her parents stood by her when her marriage fell apart a few years later.
Dunham eventually remarried an Indonesian man and moved to Jakarta. At one point, she sent her son, Barack, back to Hawaii to live with her parents for a year.
Later, Dunham worked with international relief agencies, focused on women’s development.
Box last saw her friend in 1961, when she visited Seattle on her way from Honolulu to Massachusetts, where her then-husband was attending Harvard.
“She seemed very happy and very proud,” she said. “She had this beautiful, healthy baby. I can see them right now.”
If only Box could see them together again; her friend with her son, the U.S. senator. The husband and father. The presidential candidate.
Obama’s book “The Audacity of Hope” is dedicated “To my Mother, whose loving spirit sustains me still.”
Box has vowed to support Obama.
“And not just because of knowing his mother. I would have the same feelings. But this makes it extra special.”
Nicole Brodeur’s column appears Tuesday and Friday. Reach her at 206-464-2334 or nbrodeur@seattletimes.com.
Hey, bring that yearbook back!

I’m on my way to Super Tuesday…
Here’s a Shiny Toy for you to play with while I’m sitting in front of my TV throwing microwave popcorn at the TV screen as the Poll results come back in and making good use of all those curse words I learned in my foreign language classes back in high-school.
So.
If you’re going to be out in the blogosphere looking for a place to get some news about Super Tuesday this ain’t the place to do it.
I would suggest that if you want information about what’s going on you visit Air America HERE or you could go to BBC and of course if you’re in one of the Super States you should stick with your own local news sources because CNN and FOX sux the big one.
If you can catch Keith Olbermann I would say do it, otherwise bag MSNBC too. I don’t know what the heck those guys hope to accomplish by the end of a news-day and I don’t think they do either.
So think of me out here in Washington State scarfing back PEZ and hoping we Americans can do something else besides produce suxy Reality TV shows and monster sized SUV’s.
Do you know what?
No fooling.
See You Wednesday.
amm

Dear Senator Obama,
This letter represents a first for me–a public endorsement of a
Presidential candidate.
I feel driven to let you know why I am writing it.
One reason is it may help gather other supporters; another is that this is
one of those singular moments that nations ignore at their peril. I will
not rehearse the multiple crises facing us, but of one thing I am certain:
this opportunity for a national evolution (even revolution) will not come
again soon, and I am convinced you are the person to capture it.
May I describe to you my thoughts? I have admired Senator Clinton for
years. Her knowledge always seemed to me exhaustive; her negotiation of politics expert
.
However I am more compelled by the quality of mind (as far as I can measure it) of a candidate.
I cared little for her gender as a source of my admiration, and the little I did care was based on the fact that no liberal woman has ever ruled in America . Only conservative or “new-centrist” ones are allowed into that realm. Nor do I care very much for your race[s]. I would not support you if that was all you had to offer or because it might make me “proud.”
In thinking carefully about the strengths of the candidates, I stunned
myself when I came to the following conclusion: that in addition to keen
intelligencee, integrity and a rare authenticity, you exhibit something that
has nothing to do with age, experience, race or gender and something I don’t see in other candidates.
That something is a creative imagination which coupled with brilliance equals wisdom.
It is too bad if we associate it onlywith gray hair and old age. Or if we call searing vision naivete. Or if webelieve cunning is insight. Or if we settle for finessing cures tailored for each ravaged tree in the forest while ignoring the poisonous landscape that feeds and surrounds it. Wisdom is a gift; you can’t train for it, inherit it, learn it in a class, or earn it in the workplace–that access can foster the acquisition of knowledge, but not wisdom.
When, I wondered, was the last time this country was guided by such a
leader? Someone whose moral center was un-embargoed? Someone with courage instead of mere ambition? Someone who truly thinks of his country’scitizens as “we,” not “they”? Someone who understands what it will take tohelp America realize the virtues it fancies about itself, what it
desperately needs to become in the world?
Our future is ripe, outrageously rich in its possibilities. Yet unleashing
the glory of that future will require a difficult labor, and some may be so
frightened of its birth they will refuse to abandon their nostalgia for the
womb.
There have been a few prescient leaders in our past, but you are the man for
this time.
Good luck to you and to us.
–Toni Morrison”

moar funny pictures
and will
A Voice From Snohomish County, Washington
calling for change
amm
Lyrics:
It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.
Yes we can.
It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.
Yes we can.
It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.
Yes we can.
It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.
Yes we can to justice and equality.
Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.
Yes we can heal this nation.
Yes we can repair this world.
Yes we can.
We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.
We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics…they will only grow louder and more dissonant ……….. We’ve been asked to pause for a reality check. We’ve been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.
But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.
Now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we will remember that there is something happening in America; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea –