New York...

"New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it -- once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough."- John Steinbeck

State of Being

This whole month+ I've been feeling so emotionally, physically, spiritually and politically stunted. It's all temporary, I know myself; I've just been so absorbed in my work, trying to grasp all that I'm learning, taking it to the next level and trying to respond and act accordingly in my work. Key word: trying. I suppose it's because I cannot really tell if I'm actually "getting" it. I'm not receiving anything in return for my efforts, so it's all just flapping in the breeze. easy, breezy, beautiful Covergirl. Anyway, aside from my personal strifes, it's also what I'm observing, socially and culturally, that makes me uneasy. 

What really started to irk me was the whole Republican presidential nominee nonsense. Trump, really? It's all become such a joke. This country seems so uninspired and despondent; what with the multiple wars, incredible national debt, unemployment, and the natural disasters, it's bound to be the case. Then over the weekend I watched the President's speech at the Correspondent's Dinner. I smiled, I laughed. I felt better.

The montage at the beginning? His live birth video? It was brilliantly written; political satire at its finest... reminding me of all the reasons why I liked Obama in the first place. He's a natural speaker, I can sense the sincerity in his voice, and therefore his motivations. Our political system is a convoluted hell hole, and the people that are currently in its place are there for a reason. How much freedom we actually have, we'll never know, but this country needs a face. And his is the one I'm happy to be looking at. By the end of his speech I found myself in tears. I cried because I don't want things to be this way anymore. I cried because there's so much tension and stress underlying our everyday interactions and activities, whether we acknowledge it or not. I know that in the end it's all a matter of how we accept these hardships and frustrations into our life that make us who we are, but what if that's not enough? Shouldn't we care more for the state of our being and existence to want more from the body that governs us? Shouldn't we try to fight for what's ours? I cried because I'm fighting in my own ways, small but satisfying. I cried because I'm afraid others have given up the fight and submitted. Maybe not. But I cried. I was also really drunk.

Then I watched Seth Meyer's speech. He's awesome. I was thoroughly impressed by the extensive wreckage placed on Trumps stupid looking skull. 

These clips are long, but well worth the watch. One of my favorite parts was when Seth was pointing out to Obama how much he's aged physically and withered in spirit since the 2008 election. "I tell you who could definitely beat you Mr. President--2008 Barack Obama. You would have loved him."

So all this, then woop! bang zoom! We've killed Osama bin Laden.

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