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I am bone tired. It’s like I just finished watching a marathon of American Idol five nights a week for over a year, voting furiously with my cellphone, becoming intimately involved with every detail of the show, obsessed almost to the brink of madness. Let’s take this scenario a bit further; Paula as Palin Simon as McCain with a British accent – and, obviously, Randy as…you know who.

Ya know, I just have to say that one of the more miraculous things about this great country of ours is that when you walk into that voting booth, your vote is just as valuable as that of Warren Buffet….Bill O’Reilly….Jon StewartParis Hilton, for godsake. We’re all the same in that booth. One person, one vote. Huzzah!

So now it’s over, the finale of finales aired Tuesday night, and the entire world literally danced in the streets as the 44th President of the United States was decided by such a landslide vote that absolutely no one could dream of contesting it. The Dark Lords could not steal this one; it was by no means close. The old maps are obsolete. The red is the blue. The blue is the purple.

I felt a frisson as Pennsylvania was called. That’s when I knew in my heart of hearts that it was going to happen, but of course I was still trepidatious, just in case. And then they fell like dominoes - Ohio?! Virginia!!  Florida???  Colorado! Wisconsin! Iowa? -

And then 11pm came. And the world stopped. And then began again.

A wise woman said to me the other night, ‘you must allow yourself to relax into the joy.’ For extreme joy is the outcome here, no matter who we voted for on Tuesday, we all got a golden ticket to the Land of Hope & Dreams (“Faith will be rewarded” – Bruce Springsteen). There has been a seismic shift – you can practically feel history sifting through the air like very fine snowflakes.

Yes, I know Obama inherits a complete shitstorm from hell; we’re heading into a recession; our health insurance is bankrupting us; we’re foreclosed and broke and we’re losing our jobs. But for a few days, let’s hold onto the fact that we really did change the world.

Wednesday morning I stumbled outside with my eyes still red from a night of little sleep to go buy the newspapers. I kept waking up and turning on the TV to make sure I hadn’t dreamed it all. Did we really get what we wanted and worked for so hard for so long?

As I walked to my corner deli, I saw a black father walking down the street with his son aged about three years old, and it suddenly hit me like a train; yesterday the world was different. Today that child can become whatever he wants to be. It was like those old-fashioned scenes in movies where a page is shown turning in a book. Like a fairy tale ending where good triumphs over evil. Right now it has the tinge of magical realism but as the days march on, it will be our new reality.

From my beloved godson Paul, studying for his masters in England: For the first time in years, I am proud of my country and proud to call myself a citizen of it. There is no more hiding in the shadows and no more need to hang your head in shame. Every morning from now on is different from every morning before it. Goodbye yesterday, Hello tomorrow. I finally cannot wait for tomorrow and I will hold onto that for a long time.

At Grant Park, our new President said: If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.

The son of a white woman from Kansas and a black man from Kenya, Barack Hussein Obama, has been chosen by an overwhelming majority of Americans to represent us to the world. His visage is far more that of the real America than any other we’ve ever had. He wants to unite us, not divide us.

His presidency will no doubt be as carefully planned as his campaign – which even detractors grudgingly admit was incredible. Already there are rumblings of a bipartisan cabinet. We will learn what it is like to have a real leader in the Oval Office for the first time in many years. We’ll learn what it is like to have people from other countries not recoil from us when we say we are American. We won’t have to apologize any more for being a citizen of the United States. No more shame.

Many years ago, a little mixed race boy in Jakarta dreamed of bigger and better things, making it possible for all children everywhere to know on November 6, 2008 and for all time, no matter their background or skin color, that their dreams really can come true.

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[...] March 21 - April 19 Aries Aries is all about change. Change for change’s sake sometimes. So my gut feeling is that you voted on Tuesday, and you most likely voted for that lean and lanky change candidate who won the Presidency after all these long months of campaigning. Well, now that the whole thing is over and the majority of us can draw a huge sigh of relief, I would like to draw your attention to Tina Brown’s piece, The Magic President, which lays it all out in mythic terms. And check out Matt Taibi’s My Campaign Memories, which is terrific. And lastly, viddy this from The Onion. And then, just lie back and relax into the joy. [...]