"Generation O" has a nice ring to it.

The facebook status has just been updated from, "Jack White + Alicia Keys = Eargasm" to "Card carrying member of Generation O."

Yeah internets!

generation O definetly made it happen in my traditionally red central pa town. i volunteered on campus registering people to vote, which nearly the whole campus did. then when the local election board moved the polling place just out of reach of the campus buses we got a bus of our own and volunteers to drive shuttle vans back and forth all day nov. 4th. the result? we went from red to blue almost 2-1.

When we were young, we were told that one person can change the world. We were told that truth always prevailed over lies. We were taught that each and every one of us had a voice. We were told that people could come together and do the impossible. We learned about many instances in history when the impossible became possible. And this is what these idealistic concepts seemed to me - ancient history. As I grew up, I became more and more cynical. I witnessed event after event that revealed how little power the average person had. I watched with astonishment, anger, and eventually apathy as the American people were deceived over and over again in the name of "morality" and "security." I saw our rights being taken away, with fear as a tool of oppression and religion as an instrument of manipulation. I felt ashamed as the rest of the world looked at us in disgust. I eventually came to the conclusion that instead of trying in vain to fix situations out of my control, I didn't have to live in America. Although I watched in awe as Obama inspired Americans over the last couple of months, I was very aware of what I believed to be the "reality" of politics in America. As the election drew closer and each day brought a new story about African American voters in Ohio receiving letters saying they weren't allowed to vote or about Virginian Democrats in poor communities receiving fliers saying "Remember to Vote on November 5th," my doubts grew and grew about the ability of truth to prevail.
Tonight, as I stood in a crowd of hundreds, as I anxiously followed each county in Florida, Colorado, and Virginia on my laptop while watching CNN, as I felt the hope and excitement of those around me, I wondered if "our moment", the one Obama talked about during his nomination acceptance speech, could really be possible. That moment would mean everything. That moment would allow me to regain faith in humanity. That moment would give meaning to that buzz word "change." I wanted so badly to be a part of that moment. And suddenly, before I even knew what was happening, I was. I saw the words on the TV. I felt the room shaking with applause and cheers. I stood up, tears running down my face, as the impact of the moment hit me. Could it really be happening?
It did happen. It really did happen. Barack Obama is officially the next president of the United States of America. I now know what it feels like to "swell with pride." I am proud of Barack Obama, who took on an incredibly difficult journey, whose genuine character, perseverance, and vision led him to victory tonight. I am proud of Hilary Clinton, who instead of lingering on defeat, did as much as she could to ensure Obama's presidency. I am proud of my mother, who wrote an incredible article about why it was so important to vote for Obama and probably influenced many. I am proud of the young people who have taken the last months off from from work or school to dedicate all of their energy to the election such as those that I know in CA who ran grassroots campaigns in the summer and those here at CC who worked at the office downtown. I am proud of myself for raising money for Obama in San Francisco and canvassing here in Colorado even though I absolutely despise canvassing. I am proud of the people who knew how important it was to vote, waiting in lines for hours and hours, facing rain and broken machines. I am proud of Florida, my homestate and Colorado, my current residence, both of which changed parties tonight. I am proud of all those who believed that in spite of all the odds stacked against us, Barack Obama's victory could be possible. Apparently, people coming together to change the world wasn't just something I was told about as a child or learned about in history class. Apparently, together, we CAN do the impossible. "This moment" really happened. "This moment" happened, and I am so proud to be a part of it. I have never been more proud of anything in my life.
-Clea, 19

I'm really interested to see what happens with all of the infrastructure that was put in place as part of Obama's campaign. From the ground troops to the website to the communication net (including email and SMS) - the resources are still there; will they be used for anything in the coming months/years?

I'm a member of Generation O
:)

Does the O mean out of touch with reality or out of control?

O...f course.

I feel that vibe, a renewed sense of hope for America, a great Renaissance of action. I..think I'm part of Generation O!

I'm in generation O!!!

I was interested in politics before, and was of course going to vote whether or not Obama was on the ticket, but Obama inspired me (and obviously scores of other people) in a way no other politician has. Not because of his race, or the historical significance of the election, but because he restored my belief in a government that is genuinely interested in the well being of the American people.

I know he's just a politician, and not all campaign promises are realistic, but Obama's promises got me out of bed in the early morning DURING SUMMER, and got me out there knocking on doors, making calls, and sending e-mails, and harassing my friends, neighbors, total strangers (really anyone) to register and vote.

Obama gave so many people so much to hope for, and in turn we worked so hard to get him in office. Now I hope we can work just as hard at holding him accountable!

Of all groups to choose from, the Fugees clearly draw the best parallel to contemporary youth culture.