The big reveal is spectacular on HD, as Obama walks out of the darkness into the full light of the sun and the adulation of a massive crowd. All I can think of is how
lonely it must be to become president--to reach your dream and suddenly realize that no one can share either the honor or teh burden with you.
Pretty maudlin stuff, and strange from a libertarian. The world doesn't seem to lack for people who want to be in charge, and the United States in particular seems to find someone willing to take on the burden every four years.
Or is this just a new low bar for Obama: hey, he has the loneliest job in the world, so don't criticize him.
Pretty maudlin stuff, and strange from a libertarian.
Over the Internet, nobody can hear you listening to Coldplay while you work.
Look, chum, he's your elected monarch. Someone has to annoint him; let it be Miss McGargle.
self pity already? yawn.
by contrast:
Q It was never the “loneliest office in the world” for you?
THE PRESIDENT: No, not for me. We had a — people — we — I had a fabulous team around me of highly dedicated, smart, capable people, and we had fun. I tell people that, you know, some days happy, some days not so happy, every day has been joyous. And people, they say, I just don’t believe it to be the case. Well, it is the case. Even in the darkest moments of Iraq, you know, there was — and every day when I was reading the reports about soldiers losing their lives, no question there was a lot of emotion, but also there was times where we could be light-hearted and support each other.
And I built a team of really capable people who were there not to serve me, or there to serve the Republicans, they were there to serve the country. And President-Elect Obama will find, as he makes these tough calls and tough decisions, that he’ll be supported by a lot of really good people that care — care about the country, as well.
He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.