This thing called love

Ah love… that amorphous emotion we all yearn for. This year one man got more love than any other.. and no I’m not talking about Michael Phelps with his zillion gold medals and his new high class girlfriend. I’m talking about Obama fool! I mean people came out of the woodwork to help this guy, including myself. I spent a good amount of time in Nevada trying to get this thing done.. as did a lot of other unnion members. I know quite a few college kids who traveled to other states on their own dime just to help out. But why? Because we love the guy.. or at least the idea of him.

Here we were stuck in an eight-year relationship with the dumbest schmuck to ever hold office. We thought he had gone overboard with Iraq, then we get Katrina. We thought he couldn’t go any lower when he got his friend to lie straight to our face about WMD’s ..then we find out about rendition and torture. After all of that we had finally had enough. Now some new guy walks onto the scene and BAM.. we’re all gaga. I mean sure Hillary was there too.. but she’s so 1996 and besides we went with one of the Clintons before and that really didnt work out too well.

No it was the new guy. And with him we could project whatever qualities we hoped he possessed. He was charming and dashing… he said all the right things and even if he faultered every now and then we were oblivious. And besides.. he really loves us too right? Well now the honeymoon is about to be over.. he’s moving in to our apartment and he brought a whole bunch of junk with him. I mean do we really need the fathead poster of MJ on the wall? Do I really have to put up with all of your obnoxious friends? But that’s life right… he’s ours now.. warts and all. So we must not throw up our hands and scream bloody murder every time Barack makes a choice we don’t agree with. Instead, lets embrace his foibles and follies knowing that he’ll always be a hundred times better than that last loser.

And lets all hope that at the end of the day Barack is the man we imagined him to be and we’re left with more than just chicken bones and tea leaves… because that’s about all I’ve ever gotten when it comes to this thing called love.