And lo, there was much hand-wringing.
Sure, there would have much hand-wringing from the left if the election had gone
the other way, but it probably wouldn’t have been along the lines of “I fear
for the future of our country,” which I saw quite a lot of on Facebook this
morning and which might be the hand-wringingest thing a person can say, ranking
just ahead of “But what about the children?”
In any event, Barack Obama is in for four more years. I consider this good
news for the country, though I also hope that one of the first things the
President does is take a long hard look at his first term and rethink
anything he did that flew in the face of progressive ideals: the use of drones,
the indefinite detention segments of the NDAA, and our continued presence in
Afghanistan, to name a few. Killing civilians in the most backward-ass region
of the world does nothing to keep America safe, so since there’s no need to
cater to the hawks at this point, let’s get our troops out of there and conduct
the hunt for al-Qaeda on the sly.
Aside from those areas where Obama slid too far to the right for my tastes, I
supported him for a number of reasons. When the early returns showed Romney
with a slight lead last night, I steeled myself for a Republican victory and
realized that no matter what happened, I’d probably be fine. As it happens, I
can write somewhat engaging and persuasive advertising copy, which, believe it
or not, is a marketable skill no matter who’s President. Plus, I figured there’s always going to be a
need for comedy, so a Romney win last night would have resulted in some
incredulous blog entries but not much hand-wringing on my part.
However.
What I also realized is that my vote for Obama was not just a vote for me
and my situation. It was a vote for women, a vote for gay Americans, a vote for
anyone on the wrong side of the gap between rich and poor--a gap that seemed
likely to grow under the supply-side policies of another Republican
administration. Over the course of this interminable campaign I grew increasingly weary of
voters obsessing over people who are worse off than they are. “Drug-test
welfare recipients!” “I saw a person using food stamps while talking on a cell
phone!” “Obama phones!”
The implication is that the complainer’s tax dollars are being (a) used for
something the complainer doesn’t approve of, (b) used by someone the complainer
doesn’t like, or (c) stolen out of the complainer’s pocket. Rarely, if ever, do
we hear such a complainer rant about hundreds of millions of dollars in
subsidies to profitable oil companies, or the $500 billion thrown away in
Afghanistan. No, the complaints are always directed at those who are already
struggling.
My vote for Obama was a vote for empathy.
I caught part of a conversation on Facebook this morning in which one Romney
supporter noted that “Same-sex marriage won’t create jobs!” The original poster’s
calm response: “Neither will opposing it.” You know what does create jobs?
Demand. I might have spent most of my time in Steve Schmutte’s Intro to
Economics class drawing Dr Zap cartoons, but I did pick up on the fact that you
can produce all the goods and services you want, but if people don’t have the
money to purchase them, your investment has not been a wise one.
In a time of recession, there’s not much the private sector can do the
stimulate the economy. Fortunately, the government can fill that role nicely. I’m
not talking about the big overreaching government that Fox News has conditioned
people to fear (except when it’s reaching into your bedroom), but about the
government as it was originally intended. The one comprised of We the People.
That government still exists, but it’s only going to work if elected officials
start answering to their constituents and not whomever offers the biggest
money-stuffed briefcase.
My vote for Obama was a vote for the idea that no one has a corner on being
American. Rich or poor, male or female, gay or straight, religious or not--we’re
all in this together. A philosopher by the name of J. Christ once said that “Whatever
you do for the least of my brothers, you do for me.” I would add this
corollary: “Whatever you do for the least of Americans, you do for America.”