by Kevin Egan • Operation Itch Contributing Writer 
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I promised myself when Dennis asked me to contribute to Operation Itch that I wouldn’t write about politics, considering almost everything on the site is political in nature. I also can not express myself politically as well as people like Dennis so I usually write about what I know best: music and film. I do, however, plan to take this next week to let out my final gasps of frustration at what has happened over the last eight years. I just want to get in a few more final jabs before the bell rings, ending the fifteen round. I’m well aware that nothing I write will cause the knockout I wish it would. Obviously, my opponents are too powerful to be punished for their sins but like Rocky Balboa in the original Rocky film, after he realizes he can’t beat Apollo Creed, I just want to know I went the distance and I did my best and got a good few shots in before the end of the fight. Although, the truth be told, the damage done over the last eight years will be echoing throughout the world for years to come, much like the brain damage Rocky suffered after going the distance against Apollo.
Okay. That being said…
I was a lone man, sunk in the middle of my couch, crying like a child. President-elect Obama was on the television accepting the Democratic Party’s nomination for president. Although, there were parts of his speech that were moving, I was not crying because I was touched by what he had said. I was well aware that he was a politician, an expert on rhetoric, knowing just what buttons to push to tug at our hearts and minds. It was an historic nomination but that was not what brought me to tears.
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