Cross-posted at Project Vote's Voting Matters Blog

Weekly Voting Rights News Update

By Erin Ferns

Election experts have already worried that the surge of newly registered voters may cause unintentional chaos through long lines and ballot shortages on Election Day. Now there is increased concern that intentional chaos may be caused by partisan forces using something that millions of Americans access every day - the Internet. Although deceiving and disenfranchising voters through political dirty tricks is a staple partisan strategy to influence election results, the Internet may be making it easier and more effective than ever to spread misinformation, according to CNN reporter, Stephanie Busari.

I laughed at them.  Silly cultists, drinking Kool-Aid, talking about The Savior, The Messiah, The One.  I laughed at the slogans they chanted.  Fired up.  Hope and Change.  Yes we can.

Bunch of nonsense.

I said I'd vote for him anyway.  He's a Democrat, and we need one in the White House.  

I said I'd vote for him anyway.  McCain is worse, a continuation of eight disastrous years, and an assault on every single one of my personal and political values.  

But this week, I stopped being just a Democrat who will vote for the party's nominee.

This week, I became an Obamabot.

I can't tell you the exact moment it happened.

I loved Michelle Obama's speech on Monday.  She was stunningly beautiful and composed, but also warm and passionate.  She spoke about her life, about her husband, about their beliefs and dreams that they want to share with the American people.  With me.

When she said the words "18 million cracks," I cried.  I couldn't help it.  I'd wanted so much for Hillary Clinton to be the nominee and take back the White House and shatter the glass ceiling once and for all.  

And there was Michelle Obama, who, with three simple words, not only acknowledged everything I felt, but said she felt the same way too.  She wanted it too.  She's a woman and a mother of two daughters, and she wants to smash that ceiling as much as I do.

And with those three words, she seemed to be promising that it will happen.  Her husband will help us continue to shatter glass ceilings everywhere across America.

And I wept with joy and, yes, with hope.

But I don't know if that wasn't the moment I became an Obamabot.

Because then there was Tuesday.  Oh, Tuesday.

When Hillary Clinton took the stage, was there any Democrat in America who would question why I and so many others supported her?  She was glorious  -- beautiful in a color few can wear, more passionate than she has ever been, gracious and sincere in her support of Obama, and clear in her message to all of us that we are Democrats, we are family, and we must work together to change this country.

And then she made me cry.

I'm a United States senator because in 1848 a group of courageous women and a few brave men gathered in Seneca Falls, New York, many traveling for days and nights -- (cheers, applause) -- to participate in the first convention on women's rights in our history.

And so dawned a struggle for the right to vote that would last 72 years, handed down by mother to daughter to granddaughter -- and a few sons and grandsons along the way.

These women and men looked into their daughters' eyes and imagined a fairer and freer world, and found the strength to fight. To rally. To picket. To endure ridicule and harassment, and brave violence and jail.

And after so many decades, 88 years ago on this very day, the 19th amendment giving women the right to vote became enshrined in our Constitution. (Cheers, applause.)

My mother was born before women could vote. My daughter got to vote for her mother for president. This is the story of America, of women and men who defy the odds and never give up.

But I don't know if that was the moment.

Because then there was Wednesday.

And on Wednesday, for the first time in eight years, I felt like maybe the Democratic Party was listening to us after all.  Because we didn't want another wimpy convention, where Democrats were too afraid to take on Republicans.  We don't want to play nice.  We don't want to bite our tongues.  

We want to win.

And they heard us.  Was there any Democrat in America who watched John Kerry's speech and didn't think that if that John Kerry had reported for duty four years ago, we'd be working for President Kerry's re-election right now?

And there were others.  The video of military service men and women telling their stories, pleading with us to end this war, bring them home, stop their friends from dying.

And there was the former Republican who proudly proclaimed he was now a Democrat because he knows his former party no longer represents anything but old, tired ideas that don't work.

And I realized in that moment that we are not just united -- we are unanimous.  We all want change -- not just Obama supporters, not just Democrats, but all of us.

And then they gave us Bill.  Bubba.  The Big Dog.  Call him what you will -- that man made me so proud to be a Democrat.  Again.  Finally.  

Bill reminded us of why we loved him.  Why we believed in him.  Why we stood by him, in spite of all of his, uh, imperfections.  

I fell in love with Bill Clinton all over again last night.  Is there any Democrat in America who can't say the same?

He passed the torch.  The man from Hope endorsed the man who gives us hope, and he did it with his trademark charm and humor and wit.

It was 1992, and I was a freshman in high school, sitting in my parents' living room with all their friends, cheering at the television as we watched President Bush's failed administration fade into oblivion and the dawning of a new era, and we danced and we sang, "Don't stop thinking about tomorrow."

What a tremendous feeling to hear that song once again.  As if we were given permission to look into the future once more, instead of having to be afraid of what tomorrow might bring.  No more terrorist threat color wheel; no more duct tape.  It's going to be okay.  We can look forward to tomorrow again.

But I don't know if that was the moment.

Because then Joe Biden spoke.  And I'm no fan of Joe Biden.  I could write an essay on all the reasons I'm no fan.  I could, but I won't.

Because last night, I made peace with Joe Biden.  I forgave him for all the ways he has let me down.  None of that matters now.  He did the job he needed to do.  He made the case to us -- to me -- for Barack Obama.  He made the case against John McCain.  And this time, when he made one of his infamous gaffes, it was the right kind.  Because John McCain really is just more of George Bush.  

But I don't think Joe Biden's speech was the moment for me.

Because then Barack Obama himself took the stage, and I felt my heart swell and my lungs tighten and tears sting my eyes, and I realized that I wanted nothing more than to see this man, and his family, in the White House.  In my White House.

I was convinced.  After nearly two years and endless debate with my family and friends and fellow Kossacks, after my shock and disappointment at seeing my dream candidate defeated, after swallowing my pride and hopes and trying my best to be supportive of our party's nominee, and after an incredible week of seeing the all-stars of our party make the case, again and again and again, that we desperately need Barack Obama, I am convinced.

And I am fired up.

And I believe in Hope and Change.

I get it now.  I understand.

Yes We Can.

Yes We Can.

It is not just a slogan.  It is not just a silly music video made by celebrities who are want to endorse the next hip thing.

It is our truth, as Democrats and as Americans.  

Yes.  We.  Can.

So this, today, is my moment.  This is the moment I went from being a good Democrat to a proud Obamabot.  Because today, I am going to my local campaign headquarters to volunteer for Barack Obama.  Because helping to elect him may be the most important thing I've done in my thirty years so far.

Because now, I believe.

Yes We Can.

Cross-posted at Bly Space and DailyKos

► Al Gore did a sound check and walk through about 50 minutes ago, and the construction crew inside Mile High Stadium went NUTZ!!

►  EXCELSIOR !!

If I were John McCain, I think I'd feel pretty good about my summer.  His candidacy has progressed from a stumbling, disorganized joke to that of a contender.  But America's most well-known and oft admired old soldier seems to have lost himself a bit, and he knows it.  His decades long honeymoon with the press may be coming to a close.  TIME magazine now features an interview it describes in its own headline as "Prickly."  It's quite a stunning read, revealing the central descriptor of its title as a massive understatement.

http://www.time.com/time/politics/articl e/0,8599,1836909,00.html

Futher details on Putin accusing the U.S. of orchestrating Georgian war. (For McCain)

Facts you should know:

*Rice was in Tblisi July 9-10, and met with Saakashvili on the 9th.

*Saakashvili was in Yalta July 10-12 for a two-day European integration conference.
Rove was in Yalta for the same conference also from July 10 to July 12.

*NOTE - July 10
Remember when Karl Rove fleed the country? (Friday July 10 was the congressional committee meeting that he was supposed to attend.):

From a Journalist

I am an American journalist based in Kyiv. On July 10 to 12, Karl Rove was in Yalta, Ukraine for the annual Yalta European Strategy Conference hosted by Ukrainian billionaire Victor Pinchuk. On the morning of July 12, Rove participated in a discussion on how the U.S. presidential elections would affect U.S. foreign policy toward Ukraine. When I approached Rove to ask him some questions that afternoon, he declined to speak with me, referring me to the event staff.

Posted by: Zenon Zawada | July 15, 2008 at 04:34 AM

More....

*McCain had a conference call with him in April (during which his foreign policy advisor's lobbying firm signed a new contract for consulting with Georgia).

Not pre-war but note worthy:

When Rick Warren was on Sean Hannity's radio show
he avoided all questions pertaining to who he was picking for President, but was more than happy to find ways to criticize Obama.

*Before he ended his little appearance, he announced, that he had received a personal phone call from Georgian President Saakashvili.

On August 8 during the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympic Games, Georgia attacked South Ossetia. And then Russia stepped in.........  

There are other reports such as Americans fighting, also being held by Russians, Training Georgian's to fight and NATO having mercenaries and war ships moving into the Black Sea.

Now, some would think that this would be an easy diary to write...and to be honest..it is.

And some would think that this kind of diary would be pure "Red Meat," and an easy candidate for the rec list...and they would be right.

And as much as I like the limelight, this is a wholly negative diary...so, as a sideways tribute to Abby Hoffman:  

Please don't rec this diary!

This diary is a plaything, that should gracefully wilt to the bottom of the pile, carrying our negative thoughts about McTrolls with it.

So...on with the fun!

Here is how the evening is projected to go:

1.  The media coverage opens with camera shots of the clouds above the city, and then moves through the clouds to float above the assembling masses below, with the intention of portraying beauty and majesty of the scene.

2.  Upon arriving at the field, Obama emerges from a full-scale replica of Air Force One, to thunderous applause and a cheering crowd, and is escorted backstage

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnew s/article-1050017/Obama-God-Democrats-bu ild-temple-Barack.html

3.  Upon taking his place among greek columns meant to evoke the Lincoln Memorial & the White House (and built by the same stage designers who do Britney Spears' shows), the speeches begin.

http://www.nypost.com/seven/08282008/new s/nationalnews/temple_of_dem_on_mt__o_ly mpus_126450.htm

More points, and sources, below the fold ...

On June 12, John McCain called for an investigation into oil speculation, apparently due more to his total lack of understanding of commodity markets than to any actual indignation.  This is what he said:

I believe there needs to be a thorough and complete investigation of
speculators to find out whether speculation has been going on and, if
so, how much it has affected the price of a barrel of oil.

Investigate speculators to find out if there's speculation going on?  Next, we can go to the gas station and see if they're selling gas.

Now, usually when a politician calls for an investigation, that means they don't actually want to do anything about a problem, and hope by putting it off they can avoid dealing with it all together.

But don't worry Mr. McCain, the results are in- no need for that investigation!

Crossposted at Sandstorm.