I'm faithfully pro-USA, because the USA is so large and you find everything in there, good and bad, on a spectacular scale. So I usually follow these things. This time I don't give a holy damn. The last two times, I rooted for someone, each time on the opposite political spectrum. In 2000 I knew next to nothing about it all but I supported the choice of some friends, out of friendship. In 2004 I was more knowledgeable and went the other way, following the ideas I had formed. Then everything went to the dogs and I discovered having ideas is painful and politics are sh*t. Your fault, grownups. (No, I'm not drunk. More on this theme later.) So this time I don't care. To me it boils down to the handsome one and the veteran. Hard to choose. If there were a handsome veteran, he'd have my support in a flash. Very ideological, isn't it? This does not mean I have no hopes for today. Know what my dream is? Phase 1: Obama and McCain end up tied. (To a tree. Just joking. If only.) Same number of votes. Same number of representatives. I don't even know if it's possible, but follow me. Life is a paradox anyway. Phase 2: Someone discovers an ancient law that mandates that in this case both candidates will share the presidency. Phase 3: They accept. A truly historical event: the first joint presidency, Obama-McCain, 44th President of the United States. (If you use the singular for the USA, you also use the singular for a joint presidency). And, here is the trick, IT WORKS. For every decision, wounds have to be stitched and bones set, but in the end they have to find a compromise. They run like a clock and TRULY represent everyone. Their supporters don't have much reason to hate each other anymore. Phase 4: Year 2012. Seeing the success of the operation, an amendment to the Constitution is written to make it permanent. With the primary elections each party selects its candidate, and then they both become President of the United States. Phase 5: With this example of mostly peaceful collaboration, the world improves immensely. One can dream. And anyway, one day the RRO will make it real. In other news, something funny happened this summer. My mom confused Lewis Hamilton with Barack Obama, or vice versa. It was about a factoid related to the mother of one or the other, and she had forgotten which. It has become a catchphrase in our family ("Obama won in China!"), but now it's threatening to become seriously confusing. Yesterday, back from Lucca Comics and Games, I checked the news and when I called my mom I said: "Hamilton has won!" Then I feared she'd answer: "Already?" |