Just a little something before I turn in! Night all!
"Luv ya W"
Joy Angela
Two hundred miles and twelve hours since I headed to the Bush Rally in Santa Monica today, I am back home again. It is midnight but my mind is clear because I spent a glorious day celebrating the presidency of George W. Bush. Flags, signs, music, bull horns, laughter, honking horns, friendship and smiles.
For most of the day, from noon until after 6 pm, people gathered on three street corners and a long length of a city block to honor President Bush, to let him know we love him. Many hundreds of people were there, kids, adults, Vietnamese-Americans, a wheel chair here and there, Ted Hayes wrapped in the colors of the flag. Freepers, Republicans, Americans. Some people I met learned of the rally from local newspapers or on the internet. They came on buses, across the city, and from far away.
But then, later in the day, a crowd gathered on the other corner. Kerry People. Scary People. Chanting to the beat of a drum, led by what seemed to be imported activists-for-hire. A group gathered for an unseen audience. While hundreds of Bush supporters waved to passing cars, shouting "Four More Years!" and "USA!" the Kerry crowd pointed their booming voices to the nearest television camera.
Film at eleven.
And so it was. The way it is. Those who love America and those who hate America. Several dozens, and more, of us moved our celebration to a nearby restaurant and in the middle of learning a few names and hearing a few stories, someone looked out the window facing the street and yelled, "Bush's car is coming down the street!"
Oh my gosh. For a moment, we couldn't believe it, then we all believed! We grabbed signs and banners and ran out of the restaurant to the street below. The cars came, the police escorts, the darkened windows!! Some of us saw Laura Bush wave! Down that street, for us alone it seemed, we were that close to the President of the United States. Wow. The glow went on and on. And even now, at midnight the glow is still on.