If the candidates have any mantra in common, it’s the promise of CHANGE, a word worked into their stump speeches as often as twenty year olds insert “like.” So, regardless of who ends up in the White House, we’re assured of change. I’d taken that as a given, assuming there could be no other Bush, trusting Darwin’s survival of the fittest theory that all others had become extinct.
Last night’s results allowed each presidential hopeful to declare a personal victory, perhaps a bit harder for Mitt Romney, but there were no losers. So, what we do we know this morning? We’re destined for CHANGE. “Change” is the political equivalent of non-fat. But what does it mean?
My hope is the next president isn’t the one who’s already experienced a change of life, but one who will truly come through and change our lives, never needed more desperately than at this moment.