This post brought to you by the letters B and E

As in break and enter, into Chez Spit, and make off with a lovely assortment of our consumer electronics. Including my laptop and camera.

We are fine, the dogs are fine, the guard lousy and pathetic felines are fine. The house will be fine. (They rummaged through my underpinnings. I'm off to the store.)

And on another note.

150 years ago, a black man was worth 3/5ths of a white man. 45 years ago, a black man stood up and told us that he had a dream, and then died for it. Last night, a black man was elected to the highest office in your land.

Last night, a man stood up and we saw that it could be true. Last night it did not matter that Mr. President-Elect Obama didn't look like many of us, or that his middle name was from the middle east, it didn't matter that he wasn't the same ethnicity as we were, that he had been raised in foreign places, last night, a man who stood up and called us to be better, to hope and courage and service, to all of those in the world, last night, he accepted his nomination to the highest office in America.

And lest you think that all is well with the world, that man, a great and honourable man, he accepted your nomination from behind bullet proof glass. Our world is still broken, things are still not the way they should be. Problems, on both sides of the 49th parallel are looming and here. But I can think of no better way to meet them than with courage.

I'm proud of my American neighbours.