Obviously, a big day for the nation, as any election is, but this one is different, and so we note that, and we take pride, as we always do, when America leads the way.
How do I define that?
Show me an African leader ruling a great power anywhere.
So yeah, pretty amazing stuff from a place that did its best to persecute that race.
But that is simply so American. It's why we recover so fast. It's why we innovate and push the envelope so hard.
These United States are simply the greatest experiment on this planet. And membership is something worth celebrating.
As much as I breathe a sigh of relief that certain very bad thinking about the future of this world and America's role in that all-important evolution has been prevented from rule in our land, I have no illusions about what this election represents: we have simply listened to our conscience and the globe and come to the conclusion that we need to rejoin this world of our creating.
For the vast majority of Americans, nothing will change. We'll continue in our pursuits, in our campaigns, and in our dreams.
For me personally, all I see is a field slightly tilted in my direction, not so much in understanding of the world, but in distraction from unduly screwing up that world--and that is enough.
It is never about the BEST answer, but always about the least worst one. I have hopes for the Obama administration--not high hopes but just enough.
I don't expect anything from this administration in terms of advancing my long-held agenda. I simply expect that it won't make my path any more difficult, when I knew in my heart that a McCain administration would have been a huge obstacle.
Why not more celebration and "hope"?
The grand strategist needs only the next best iteration. That's it. That's all he hopes for and it is all he demands.
The work does not change. The campaign continues. The battle--room by room--remains unabated.
Remember: when you think horizontally and explore in terms of decades, you don't get too excited or too bummed out. You simply calculate the correlation of forces and press on.
And so the history of this day is full of the personal and the profound, the petty and the professional.
I went to about midnight with Warren Sunday night, combining my edits with his over the phone for about 3 hours.
I had spent the entire day finishing my last read of the book. I made lots of tiny edits, and while they're bothersome, it's so much better to be focusing on those than larger problems. So this edit, besides updating the financial crisis references, really became a huge exercise in fine-tuning individual problem sentences.
Up Monday and caught plan to LaGuardia, then rental up to New Haven, just making my talk at Yale by a couple of minutes. Maybe 40 students and staff. Many of the students were from the grand strategy course they teach (past or future, because I think the current class actually had a lecture then). I spoke at 4pm and went about 1:45, then 45 minutes of questions. Very responsive audience and questions were pretty good.
Then to a local Yale institution (established 1857), where I have dinner with a select group of grand strategy-oriented students. Clearly, I'm not their usual cup of academic tea, but it was a great discussion. That went two hours solid. The Whiffenpoof singers go around the restaurant and serenade. They were stunningly good.
Then to my hotel by 9 and go to after 2 am finishing the final edits effort with Mark, basically all the realignment chapters, coda, glossary, acknowledgments, and index. Mind-numbing and Warren was toughing out a cold or something, but he gutted it out because he's off to DC to spend election night with the Dem congressional leadership (he's tight with Reid after ghosting his bio last year).
I sleep in, until 0930, then pack-up, eat some room service and drive 2 hours to West Point.
Gas up beforehand, because I know the timing will be tight. Arrive at 1300 and talk from 1330 to 1445 (75 mins) to a collection of senior officers from the Corps of Engineers and associated West Point officer profs. Do 15 Q&A and then dash out.
In car and off base by 1515 and need to go 53 miles to catch LaGuardia flight at 1655!
I drive like demon down Pallisades Parkway, go over 3 big-ass bridges (GW, Triboro and something else), drop the car, get on bus, blow through security as I hear the flight boarding, but then I get a bad inspect while they're calling my name. Finally get release and then have to dash at sprint, in suit, with heavy backpack and carryon bag for about . . . 200 yards and just get on my plane.
Home to celebrate youngest child's b-day (historic to us) and Obama's victory.
One big-ass martini on that one!
Watched it in the home theater on high-def. History, baby.
Proud day to be an American.
Can't believe the book is finally done and I really don't have any more to do on it. It's been the dominant life-schedule item for 12 full months, but it was worth it.
I really believe in this book and its message--and especially its timing, which matters most.
No rest for the weary: column tomorrow and something quick for a policy journal online post-election issue. Plus I'm working the Good piece and my current in-production "How to Become a Grand Strategist" with Esquire.
So the fingers keep moving . . .
Gotta rake some leaves though, and start pestering Bradd Hayes for my Great Powers slides. Time to work the new brief!!!!