A Black American President may become reality in a few weeks. For a black man to be considered a leader of a predominantly white nation is a social revolution. Many political pundits have labelled it something akin to the French uprising of the 18th century. Something that "will transcend politics" . It certainly is a big event that will change the American landscape forever. And i hope a similar situation replicates down here in Australia.
But there is a problem. Obama's victory (if it occurs) will be over a man who should be lining up for pension and fishing on the Missouri with his pal Bob. The life table from Actuaries suggest he may die during his 4 year tenor (if John won). Not something voting Americans would want to put much faith in. Second in line would be Sarah Palin a woman who should only be filming in a pornographic set. She's no Hillary but she does have the American women by the scruff of their necks. She is popular. But when it comes to the business end she will most likely fall short. Her perceived lack of credibility and little foreign experience will shine through. After George Bush's successful campaign (sarcasm for those under a rock) many Americans realise inexperience and ignorance is not needed for the White house. They don't need another naive President. Obama is no saint though. He couldn't recall the number of years he has been married. If i were American would i want a leader like that? Hell no! But there isn't much to say about the opposition.
Obama is doing very well in the newspaper polls. There is talk of voters changing their mind on the day. Second guessing who they truly want as a leader. Personally that's hogwash. But it would have been interesting to see if Obama has been competing against a white, middle-aged man. Someone of the stature of Bill Clinton or the charm of Al Gore. How well would Obama be polling? His current rivals bare no resemblance to the American Presidents of the past either. Nothing should be taken away from Obama though. If elected it will be a wonderful day for American history but we shouldn't be carried away. Obama was not facing the usual individual that have dominated American politics for so long.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Loud, fat and horny
A belated celebration for my sister's birthday was marred by a couple of trucks parked next to us at Vaby's restaurant. Yes they were loud, yes they were stuffing their faces in and yes they were hitting on the male waiters. I recall one rather porky one remark "what an awesome girl's night out". Try porky pig's mud party. Now usually i can ignore rude people. Tuning out could be a special gift of mine. But they went way too far.
Dad, Mum, Ishani (my sister) and me were practically sweating. My guess the air con wasn't working. Or maybe those vans were sucking up all the air. Not sure. But it was stuffy. Add to that the food was taking a long time (apparently they're training a chef). Dad was starting to get annoyed and impatient. Dangerous signs. So mum and I tried to get a conversation started. But every ten seconds "oh my god he didnt" or "what a sl*t" kept interrupting us. My sister asked poor old mum "what a sl*t is". Mum side stepped it. One mentioned she had "slept with 2 guys at once" and "that no guy has ever resisted her sexual appeal". Sure. She went on to say that "i'll pick up a guy here easily. Maybe 2" Careful lady if that stomach doesn't stop ya from fitting through the door the ego will.
Dad ordered wine. He gets tipsy very easily so we had to make sure he didn't drink too much. It didn't help when dad asked for red wine as it caused a commotion among those vans. Apparently one of them has a fantasy for being up against a wall dripping in red wine. Dad was angry. Rightly so. His precious seven year old daughter didn't deserve to hear such vulgar things. Mum quietly suggested me to ask for another table. Mum was trying to calm dad down. I got out of my chair. And it happened.
Sure i don't mind the odd stare. The odd "damn i'd tap that" from a chick. Not that i get it much anyway. But to slap my ass, rub it and ask me "wanna yank your doodle in my car" in front of my parents went way too far. But it didn't end there. She wondered if black guys really have bigger... well you get my picture. That was the last straw. Thankfully my parents didn't decide to react. That would've been a nightmare. After a few tense minutes the waiters moved us to another seating. And almost instantaneously the evening became pleasant. The air con was on, no loud mouths, no sexuallly aggressive behaviour, etc. Dad came across some of his work mates. We had a cake for my sister (mud cake too, how original) and sang the whole birthday song. You get the picture. It became a normal outing.
When we finally decided to leave (and with a much lighter wallet) we saw the trucks motoring away. They could barely walk and much to our delight porky pig and her gang had no men attatched to their arms. Seems to me some lucky men missed out.
Dad, Mum, Ishani (my sister) and me were practically sweating. My guess the air con wasn't working. Or maybe those vans were sucking up all the air. Not sure. But it was stuffy. Add to that the food was taking a long time (apparently they're training a chef). Dad was starting to get annoyed and impatient. Dangerous signs. So mum and I tried to get a conversation started. But every ten seconds "oh my god he didnt" or "what a sl*t" kept interrupting us. My sister asked poor old mum "what a sl*t is". Mum side stepped it. One mentioned she had "slept with 2 guys at once" and "that no guy has ever resisted her sexual appeal". Sure. She went on to say that "i'll pick up a guy here easily. Maybe 2" Careful lady if that stomach doesn't stop ya from fitting through the door the ego will.
Dad ordered wine. He gets tipsy very easily so we had to make sure he didn't drink too much. It didn't help when dad asked for red wine as it caused a commotion among those vans. Apparently one of them has a fantasy for being up against a wall dripping in red wine. Dad was angry. Rightly so. His precious seven year old daughter didn't deserve to hear such vulgar things. Mum quietly suggested me to ask for another table. Mum was trying to calm dad down. I got out of my chair. And it happened.
Sure i don't mind the odd stare. The odd "damn i'd tap that" from a chick. Not that i get it much anyway. But to slap my ass, rub it and ask me "wanna yank your doodle in my car" in front of my parents went way too far. But it didn't end there. She wondered if black guys really have bigger... well you get my picture. That was the last straw. Thankfully my parents didn't decide to react. That would've been a nightmare. After a few tense minutes the waiters moved us to another seating. And almost instantaneously the evening became pleasant. The air con was on, no loud mouths, no sexuallly aggressive behaviour, etc. Dad came across some of his work mates. We had a cake for my sister (mud cake too, how original) and sang the whole birthday song. You get the picture. It became a normal outing.
When we finally decided to leave (and with a much lighter wallet) we saw the trucks motoring away. They could barely walk and much to our delight porky pig and her gang had no men attatched to their arms. Seems to me some lucky men missed out.
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