Don’t get me wrong, I’m very glad that someone much better than Bush will be in office. If McKain had won we’d all be contemplating a mass migration to France or whatever country would have the ex-pats of a dying imperial nation. But, at the same time, I can’t imagine that Jesus, Ghandi, Mother Theresa, Albert Einstein and Jerry Garcia all wrapped up in one big ball of love covered in chocolate (no racial inference intended) with a cherry on top and delivered by Santa Claus on Christmas morning could live up to the mountain of hope/expectation awaiting this human being.
It’s one thing to be disappointed by someone you didn’t really want or expect much from. But I can only imagine the way I felt after walking out of the Sex and the City movie multiplied by hundred billion.
Just for today, I can be grateful and cynical.