Last night as I headed out for my writing class, my husband stopped me in the entry hall with a grave tone. “Honey, I have some horrible news.”
Dan: This morning, Meredith Viera interviewed Michelle and Barack Obama. When she asked them how they felt about the Reverend Wright debacle, Barack answered, “You have to understand, you’re talking about a man who married Michelle and I.” ŒξÞ≥¥Å↔♣◊♦♥ω?????!!!!!!!!
WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP! DANGER! DANGER!
Is it just me or is that not disturbing?
I LIKE Barack Obama. I WANT to see him in the White House. But I don’t want to hear a president ending sentences in prepositions, with the first person singular subject as an object or generally sounding like an sloppily educated guy I met at a party!
I shared this story in my class, and the professor (wearing an Obama pin) said, “Yeah, but you have to understand. He didn’t have the advantages. I mean, he went to Columbia.” And then he went on to tell how in his MFA program he had a classmate who ended up being functionally illiterate. How did THAT happen?!
In the words of Jon Stewart on the subject of the bru-ha-ha over the candidates being elitists, “I want a candidate that is embarrassingly superior to me.”
You know, doesn’t “elite” mean good? Is that not something we’re looking for in a president anymore?
I know elite is a bad word in politics, and you know, you want to go bowling and throw back a few beers, but the job you’re applying for? If you get it and it goes well? They might carve your head into the side of a mountain! If you don’t actually think you’re better than us, then what the &*(% are you doing?!!
In fact, not only do I want an elite president, I want someone who is embarrassingly superior to me. Somebody who speaks 16 languages and sleeps two hours a night hanging upside down in a chamber they themselves designed!
(If someone can help me figure out how to insert the actual video, I’m all ears.)