Why anybody would want to be president - in general and in these times in particular - is beyond me. Me, I often got flustered waiting tables at the Black Eyed Pea, circa 1988.
But Barrack Obama - or Rocko O-ba-ba, as McKenzie calls him - seems an energetic, optimistic sort, and, though I still think the task is too tall for any one man to see over, we could certainly use an injection of hope. Time waits on his legacy, but, regardless of the direction I cast my vote, I wish the guy luck.
Travis County is decidedly Obama Country, and my little gym is a microcosm of such. I try to steer away from political speak around my hut, but I do have to admit that, though I took part in the process, we, as Texans, really played essentially no role whatsoever in the election results. If McCain was your guy, then as a Texan, you were a winner because the Lone Star State went red. But, wait, your guy got trounced in the big picture. If you gave Obama the nod, then your state lost, collected nary an electoral vote, but your man won.
To me, seems like Texas was a little-used kid in the team photo of the league champions. He gets the trophy, sure, gets to flash the 'we're number one' finger in the team shot and all, but he didn't play much.
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Great analogy! :)
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