I am in love with democracy today. I haven't been so excited about voting since my first election after I turned eighteen in 1996. Rather, this time I was more excited, since my '96 vote for Clinton was effectively pointless in the great red state of Utah. Waiting in line at the Methodist church this morning it was all I could do refrain from cheering other voters as they emerged from the booths. "Good job!" I wanted to call out to them, "Congratulations! You did it!" I was thrilled to participate in this process with them, no matter how they voted (though let's be real here: this is Massachusetts- they voted Democrat), I felt proud of all of us and- how can I say this?- harmonious. I felt, for once, serenely harmonious with my fellow Americans. To every one of you who voted: I'm proud of you. I applaud you for engaging in this civic opportunity. Thank you. Congratulations.
Also, though we've held a joint address for years, this is the first time Stan and I have gone to the polls together. After voting side-by-side this morning, then watching the votes roll in to such a thrilling result tonight, I will look back on this as among the most romantic and momentous experiences we've shared together.
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,
'Twould not be you, Niagara--nor you, ye limitless prairies--nor
your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,
Nor you, Yosemite--nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic
geyser-loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing,
Nor Oregon's white cones--nor Huron's belt of mighty lakes--nor
--This seething hemisphere's humanity, as now, I'd name--the still
small voice vibrating--America's choosing day,
(The heart of it not in the chosen--the act itself the main, the
The stretch of North and South arous'd--sea-board and inland--
Texas to Maine--the Prairie States--Vermont, Virginia, California,
The final ballot-shower from East to West--the paradox and conflict,
The countless snow-flakes falling--(a swordless conflict,
Yet more than all Rome's wars of old, or modern Napoleon's:) the
peaceful choice of all,
Or good or ill humanity--welcoming the darker odds, the dross:
--Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purify--while the heart
pants, life glows:
These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships,
Swell'd Washington's, Jefferson's, Lincoln's sails.