If it wasn’t that I know damn well that this was simply a naked attempt to gin up campaign dollars I might edge towards being offended by Michelle Obama’s plea for total strangers to wish Barack a happy father’s day.
He’s. Not. My. Father.
I had one. He was a good one. I don’t need a replacement or a surrogate.
If I had a father, he wouldn’t look a lot like Barack Obama. More to the relevant point, he wouldn’t act like Barack Obama.
For which I am eternally grateful.
He’s not even a father of the nation. He’s not fathered anything except for Sasha & Malia. He’s not even the father of political division, discord, polarization or egotism – those have been around since there were more than 3 human beings together in one place. He’s not really done anything except run for office and vote “present.” All those other things Michelle says he does that make him deserving of felicitations are all things his own children should be honoring him for, not strangers. If they aren’t doing it sufficiently for the Narcissist in Chief then I’m not sure what to tell him.
These people living in the White House just creep me out more and more every week. I wish we could get back to having distant, powerful, dignified families as occupants therein instead of having people elected on basis of popularity, skin color or perceived coolness. I don’t need or want to feel connected to my President. I want him to project competence and solidness so that I trust him in a crisis. That’s it.
I want politics the fuck out of my daily life. I don’t want to have to keep tabs on my government. Sadly, I guess I have to. Either that or I try to become blissfully ignorant. The majority of the nation seems to be content to vote for political offices like they vote for American Idol and to have wagging governmental fingers dictate to them what to eat, how to live, what thoughts are approved… I’m pretty sure I can’t do that…