Pensieri di un lunatico minore

Morning in America

If you haven’t heard—perhaps you’re still living in a cave somewhere—the 44th President of the United States will be Barack Hussein Obama. Let that idea roll around in your mind for a moment, that at this time, in this country, a half-white/half-black man with an Arabic name has just become leader of the free world. As he so often says, “only in America is this story possible”.

But Barack Obama is only the general who rides at the front of his troops. He can lead, and has passionately, but in the end, he has not won. We have, for without his troops a general is nothing but a man in a silly uniform. Without us, he wields no power. Without us, nothing else is possible.

And so we restore the true meaning of democracy: δῆμος (demos) for people and Κράτος (kratos) for strength and power. δῆμοΚράτος. Quite literally the power of the people. It was ours to capture, and it is ours to protect in the future.