Monday, January 26, 2009

Obama-Rama: Come Moonwalk with Me

Obama is our First! Black! President! That is so special. I feel special. Oh, heck, I'm just going to say it right out loud, even if people look at me funny: "We're all special now." There. I wrote it down and I feel empowered. I no longer see myself as a Black Woman in a White Man's world. I see myself as a poverty-stricken version of Oprah! I know that you too are wondering, "Huh?" Yes, I know, but it's not a matter of making sense. It's how you feel about yourself, and I mean deep down. I feel ... empowered. It's all thanks to watching Obama-Rama. I can now walk through a burning bakery without stopping to fear the calories in a sack of doughnuts. I love myself and my new-found power to be just me, 'cause I'm special. And so are you. So is Obama. He's the One. Let us moonwalk with him.

Obama said.... Well, I don't really know what he said. It's not important, though, is it? He's so cool. He inspires me.

When I think of Obama, I feel the power. That makes me special. I feel like a twelve year old with a forged voter card in an ACORN office. I feel like I can do anything. I fell sharing and caring and stuff.

No; actually, I feel like Obama, feel like clenching my fits and telling all the wankers on Earth who voted for me to give me tons more money and more adulation, since the last wave has left me feeling a little under-loved. I feel like feeling the power to crush the skulls of those who didn't vote for me. I feel like walking all over people who like Sarah Palin. I feel inspired. It's all due to Obama. He transcended everything. He could pump the air with his fists! So could YOU!

Yes, You Can!

You just have to BELIEVE!

Put aside all that negative energy and FEEL THE POWER.

Power to Obama. He's the one. You are the other one.

Obama, Obama, fee fie foe fama.


Banana famma, fee fie foe famma.


Is it any wonder He can stop the oceans from rising? He's the One.

Come Moonwalk with me. Come moonwalk with Obama.

He's BAD!

Because I'm bad, I'm President bad.
Cause I run UPT.
(Bad bad-really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm President bad.
You know it.
(Bad bad-really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm President bad.
Cause I run UPT, you know.
(Bad bad-really, really bad)
And the whole world has to
answer right now
Just to tell you once again,
Who's bad...

Well, you know who's bad. Obama Bad.

I never liked Obama till I realized he will be a Bad President. Now I get it. Now I feel special. We can transcend everything together.

I'm only worried about one thing, and that is the toll it'll take on Obama and his major Rama. The job tends to age men rapidly. But I think Obama is so special that he'll look just great in spite of my worries. I think he can transcend Race and Sex and Nature. He can be the man he wants to be. He'll look fine. And so will the nation.

Thanks, Obama. We love you!

A gentle reminder that my book, An Occasional Walker, is available at the link here:

And here are some reviews and comments on said book: