Wednesday, February 11, 2009

My Stomach May Not Last The Four Years of ObamaFest

ht/Rachel Lucas
I was resisting posting anything about this but when I saw a clip of the president kissing Henrietta Hughes the woman with no home). It wasn't the woman he was kissing that made me nearly puke, it was the woman to the left mouthing "I love you, Barack."

So anyway this curiously sick infatuation a number of people are having with our new president is frightening me and making me physically ill. By nature I am suspicious of people that so enthrall their followers. They tend to be crazy or attract crazies. It's just the nature of that kind of charisma. Well, maybe it's worse with certain kinds of people like politicians. A politician who is very charismatic can certainly use a bunch of enthralled acolytes--or something like that.

In keeping with the enthralled acolytes, Judith Warner seems to have fallen under the Obama Wan Kanobi spell:
The other night I dreamt of Barack Obama. He was taking a shower right when I needed to get into the bathroom to shave my legs, and then he was being yelled at by my husband, Max, for smoking in the house. It was not clear whether Max was feeling protective of the president’s health or jealous because of the cigarette.

The other day a friend of mine confided that in the weeks leading up to the election, the Obamas’ apparent joy as a couple had made her just miserable. Their marriage looked so much happier than hers. Their life seemed so perfect. “I was at a place where I was tempted daily to throttle my husband,” she said. “This coincided with Michelle saying the most beautiful things about Barack. Each time I heard her speak about him I got tears in my eyes — because I felt so far away from that kind of bliss in my own life and perhaps even more, because I was so moved by her expressions of devotion to him. And unlike previous presidential couples, they are our age, have children the same age and (just imagine the stress of daily life on the campaign) by all accounts should have been fighting even more than we were.”
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Many women — not too surprisingly — were dreaming about sex with the president. In these dreams, the women replaced Michelle with greater or lesser guilt or, in the case of a 62-year-old woman in North Florida, whose dream was reported to me by her daughter, found a fully above-board solution: “Michelle had divorced Barack because he had become ‘too much of a star.’ He then married my mother, who was oh so proud to be the first lady,” the daughter wrote me.

There was some daydreaming too, much of it a collective fantasy about the still-hot Obama marriage. “Barack and Michelle Obama look like they have sex. They look like they like having sex,” a Los Angeles woman wrote to me, summing up the comments of many. “Often. With each other. These days when the sexless marriage is such a big celebrity in America (and when first couples are icons of rigid propriety), that’s one interesting mental drama.”

I don't know periodically when things get really weird, I hear that Daffy Duck laugh replaying over and over in my . You 'member, Who Awho Awho. It just seems fitting some how--a Loony Toon for a loony time.

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