Eight years ago when President Barack Obama won the election I was trying to make out with a girl who was not really interested in forming a sexual relationship with me. She was a very attractive somewhat bohemian looking jewish girl and she was very well educated but prone to superstition. She said that her grandmother had forewarned her of a great leader who would appeal to the people's needs but would ultimately prove evil, and that her fear was that Barack Obama was that man. It was one of those strange moments where someone who is highly intelligent says something incongruent with their usual day to day faculties - and to be fair, it actually spooked me at the time.
Eight years on I have never seen this man be anything but noble in his language, in his appearance, in his ideas, in his hopes. When our own Australian political scene was plagued by back stabbing, political assassinations, attempted coups, scandals and poor judgement, it was nice to know that the commander of the world's strongest military and, to my understanding, still the world's greatest economy, was at least something of a Marcus Aurelius when it came to governing.
He is to be replaced by what looks like to be the premonition of that little old jewish grandmother's great demon, an orange oompa loompa who is currently enjoying the fruits of success as his Washington DC hotel gets booked out with other slime balls soon to be petitioning him.
Thank you President Barack Obama for showing us an example of how to behave, how to hold oneself with dignity and for pretty much being the embodiment of a Maya Angelou poem formed into a President.
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.