Thank You Mr. President!

   In the halls of American history, no president will be spared the spectrum of opinions, on the success, or failure of their policies. The land of the melting pot has as many thoughts and feelings, as we do variety in our cultural landscape—from sea, to shining sea baby! But that's politics, and I'm more of a communications guy. I view the world through the lens of how we communicate, and the methods we employ. Other than an election year, I pay loose attention to how the top dog implements their agenda—I just always hope it's the people's agenda. So politics aside, I want to ask the country to join me in a collective round of applause, as president Obama makes his farewell tour.
  The post election back and forth, is what I call a "mostly" healthy discourse, that is ultimately a collective demonstration of our first amendment rights. But let's not let our agreeing to dis-agree, bury the last few days we have to salute the historic impact this man has had, and will have, in those hallowed halls of history. If you have any inkling of the last two hundred years of American history, you know it's been a protracted struggle that still ensues, to ensure equality for all. Considering that, it was high time for our first African-American president to sit in the oval office and call the shots. Our generations to come will look at this man's appointment to the top job in the land, and they will be able to believe in the symbolism of the statue of liberty, and the flag itself.
  "United we stand, divided we fall.", it's that simple, and it will be that simple after all talk fails, succeeds, dies down, or rises up...once again—I'm fine with that, it's the American way. But let's be united on this one. Thank you Barack Obama, you have meant, and will continue to mean a lot to this country!

My Prayer for America

  As our country moves forward today, I think the most important thing to remember—regardless of whether your candidate won or lost—is that a quarter of a million people cower in fear in the city of Aleppo as we speak. They are being bombed and ruthlessly exterminated by Assad. Coalition forces close in on the city of Mosul...the closer they get, the more mass graves of decapitated people they find. Inside the city, brainwashed teenagers with automatic weapons continue to torture and kill.
  In the city of Chicago the death toll mounts as gangs solve their differences with bullets. In Mexican border towns, from California to Texas, families patrol their own communities with guns. They have instructed their own children to shoot the drug cartel members, because their government, and for way too long, our government, has turned a blind eye to their struggles. They don't want their towns over-run by drug lords, they don't have anyone else to turn too.
  In Africa, the terrorist organization Boko Haram, rides into villages on motorcycles, shooting men raping women, stealing children...have you heard of them?
  All through-out south and central- America, children and their mothers embark on a treacherous journey—they are coming north to America, fleeing their oppressive regimes, only to die in the Mexican desert. The wind blows across the bones and skulls of these lost voices. They all wanted what we have, and they died trying for it.
  It is my hope, that moving forward, we can set our differences aside and turn our attention to those who really need us to do it the most. Today I love my country more than I ever have. The joy I take in this victory is the hope that we will help each other heal, we won't turn our backs anymore, we will pick each other up and get this "human race" back on course. Thank you for lending me your ears, can we all smoke the peace pipe now? It's LEGAL!