Happy Birthday, Barack Obama!
After yesterday's happenings, I had every intention of writing a long piece on the travails of Moron Hitler. But, upon waking up today, I was reminded that I had something more important to write about: The Once and Future President, Barack Obama.
It's well-known that I'm an Obama fanboy. However, when 2008 began, I was—wait for it—in John Edwards' corner. I know! Was it latent racism? I hope not. Was it because Mr. Edwards had been on the rodeo before? Maybe. Was it because Sen. Obama hadn't been around long enough? Perhaps.
It didn't take me long, though, to ditch the adulterer for the skinny black guy with a funny name. There was just something about him, a je ne sais quois, a poise, a fervor, which the other candidates lacked. (Yes, including Hillary Clinton. The Hillary of 2016 was a far cry from the Hillary of 2008. Even she's admitted that.)
As a politics geek, it was amazing watching him put together the delegates he needed to win. He was methodical; he ran a military campaign, where one battle won or lost didn't distract from the larger goal of winning the war. He really did blindside the much more experienced Sen. Clinton with his strategy.
Then, of course, there was Berlin. By the time he attracted 200,000 Germans to the Brandenburg Gate as a mere US presidential candidate, his destiny was sealed. The road would still be long, but he was going to be the next President of the United States.
I could write more, but instead, let Barack do the talking. Happy Friday, everyone. And, Happy Birthday, Mr. President!
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