Congratulations, Mr. Obama!
I’m more than a little excited about this guy. I feel like he is going to be a grown-up, unlike his opponents (I’m painting Hilary AND McCain with that brush), or his predecessors in the Oval Office. While I am not American, I’m also not naive enough to believe that his election doesn’t affect me. But my Canadian citizenship isn’t keeping me from being a little giddy.
I think about those left behind.
John McCain? He’s gonna be just fine.
By tomorrow, he’ll be back in his golf cart, tooling around Arizona, convincing Cindy that dinner at 4:00 is a good idea.
Or maybe he’ll finally lose his shit altogether, indulge in his lifelong dream of going to sea on a pirate ship:
No matter what, he’s gonna be alright.
But we’re still left with a bigger problem. It’s kind of like when my brother comes to visit; he’s not here long, I make fun of him, and his piece of shit truck (sorry man, truth hurts) leaves behind an oil stain on our driveway, so we can’t ever forget him.
I have a feeling this is going to be the same.
Some believe Sarah will become a major new force in the Republican Party.
But I don’t see it.
Nope, I’m thinking Sarah’s headed straight for your living room.
Maybe a spot on Fox News.
Maybe a sitcom – “My Favorite Maverick.”
Most likely? A reality show on TLC.
“Watch Sarah raise her buttload of kids with wacky names! She’ll marry her daughter off, shotgun-style, and use that same shotgun to bring home a big ‘ol moose! She’ll tour America’s schools, trying to dispel the myth of those silly ‘dinosaurs’! You never know WHAT that wacky Sarah will do next!”
No, we’re not done with her. Not by a long shot.