I must admit, after the 2000 and 2004 presidential elections, I became despondent, depressed. I was alarmed at the direction our nation had taken, and it affected me deeply after the elections and continuously for the intervening years. If you have read this journal you have heard my despair and anger. I still despair now at the narrow margin by which intelligence and conscience have re-entered the White House. So many of our people are painfully, willfully ignorant. But gradually, in spite of my deep cynicism, a sense of relief is creeping in. At least now when the president's voice sounds out from the radio, I will not be disgusted and have to turn it off. At least now some in our government actually want to serve the people. My dark cloud hasn't dissipated, but every now and then a beam of light pierces through, past the edge of it. I wonder if there might actually be something real impending, instead of just inspirational buzzwords and tricky trade-offs that sound good but cost too much. A lot of people are really excited, and I am trying to hold my reservations and not fire on their glee. I don't really think Obama can save us from the logical outcomes of what we have done for the last 50 years. Rather, I think he will be crucified (or the equivalent) when he is unable to. The amount of hope and expectation heaped on this man are tremendous. At least I've lived through an election that for me inspired hope instead of anger and mourning. I do enjoy those beams of light when they reach here, under my dark cloud.