The Celebritocracy Election:
October 29, 2008
I’m so excited about the US Elections, I can barely breathe. I know it’s sooooo UnAustralian of me not to just hate the Seppos and that, and I was never interested in politics either but this is better than Arnie running for Prez or Peter Garrett running for PM, right here. A girl could only dream so much.
Barack Obama is Sidney Poitier and President Kennedy and a good splash of JFK Jr. He is Martin Luther King Jr Jr Jr and he makes me see his dream, where black children and white children. He reminds me sooooo much of our own Kevin 07 who everybody loved soooooo much because next to the Fuhrer he sounded like the angels singing.
John McCain is sad for one reason only. If that’s the best that the American Republican Party can spit out, then the conversation’s closed, really, isn’t it? I think it’s kind of people not to drop to the floor and roll around uncontrollaly laughing whenever he’s close by. We are a civil society after all.
So these things have all been so reassuring that I’ve almost been feeling hopeful. Not that Barack Obama is going to buy the world a Coke and everyone will live happily ever after. Not that the Americans will hold hands and concede that people should be judged not on the colour of their skin but on the content of their character, to quote Dr. King.
I’m excited because Barack is like the best celebrity we could have dreamed up: he’s young enough, old enough, black enough, white enough, you can take Barack ANYWHERE! After all these years of Dubya walking around with that stupid i-just-looked-up-a-bad-word-in-the-dictionary smirk, I’m desperate for an all rounder with some genuine charisma. He’s sooooo handsome. The world is going to hell and this is a much better looking way to go.