The Occasional Observer

You've just elected the coolest President ever (or probably world leader, for that matter)!

He says lots of stuff that makes you feel good, tells you nothing is your fault and everything will be given to you on a silver plate, and he's got a bitchin' jumper.

Yeah! He's a rock star! He's the star hoops player! He's homecoming king! He talks to you!

Doesn't mean he gives a damn about you or is gonna even let you sit at the cool kids table at lunch. He got what he wanted--your vote. Now he's in the history books, can just sit back for the next 4 years and when his policies flop, he can blame it all on the mess Bush left for him to clean up (even though he's got that great Congress behind him--aka, the toadies).

Yes, Obama is handsome, popular, cool. He's got all the other cool kids following his every word and do what he says. But what happens to all the high-school superstars? They usually end up pumping gas. And who goes on to be successful and make the real difference in the world? The nerds that got wedgies from the in-crowd.

We needed a nerd--we got a rock star.

And now we'll get what we deserve...

I am so disappointed in our populace (but not in our country).

Long Live America--we will recover.