From the Huffington Post
Like Obama, I grew up with a loving, hard-working single mom, in a neighborhood mixed with all races and different backgrounds. And like Obama, I knew that was our strength and not our weakness.
As I toured all over the country this summer with True Colors, I saw something in the eyes of the audience I have not seen in a very long time, it was hope. Each night as I talked about the power of voting, it was evident through their reactions that the crowd wanted to change how this country is run. That is the one good thing that President Bush has done in the past seven years, he has created a movement within the country to change how things are done in Washington DC. But, what mattered to me the most is that everyone cared enough about their own lives and the future to register and vote.

Without a qualm, or a thought to the people’s lives he was affecting, Governor Schwarzenegger signed an order yesterday to reduce government employees salaries to the minimum wage of $6.55 an hour, (which could affect 200,000 people) because of the budget stalemate. Luckily, State Controller John Chiang, who writes the checks, is refusing to comply with the payroll cuts. (I think Chiang and Nancy Pelosi should get Government Employee of the Month award!)
Checks and balances. Have you ever thought about how amazing those two words are? In the simplest sense, writing checks and figuring out how much money you have left after you’ve written them. In the larger sense, if something is depleted or out of whack, something comes along to reestablish order.
Elias dangles the dead iguana by the tail. His friends close in around
him, watching hungrily. With a knife he slices through scaly green skin
and peels it back to reveal bloody meat, dark red and glistening in the
sun. Working quickly, he carves the lizard into sections—head, front
and back legs, upper and lower torso—and drops the parts in a pan. Then
he places it over the fire they've made near the train tracks. Sweat
trickles down his forehead, stinging his eyes. The men are quiet while
they wait for the lizard to cook. Sometimes they sing and tell stories,
but for now they're too hot and hungry. They sit and watch the fire.
"Stacey, what do you see?" Sergeant Jonathan Markham asked his wife.