As the US Election 2008 draws closer I and probably more people than ever before wander who will win! Will it be the botox-user, the expressionless and permanently hunched old-guy or the bamboozling big-mouthed black guy?
Then again who really cares? Are they not all born from the same mould?
Despite my interest, nay fascination in the show as it has unfolded my son put everything into perspective for me!
It was a cold yet crisp Saturday morning, one of my first days off in many, and as I sat snuggled into the corner of the settee with a cup of steaming Brazilian coffee in my hands I switched on the BBC news for the worlds latest. My four-year old son was in front of me, scrunched-up over the coffee table studiously drawing submarines and fire engines that looked to me like a bad day-out at an Italian restaurant after a gang of seriously drunk carpet-fitters in Glasgow had provoked the local don!
Barack Obama was on the news, hastily regaling his poster-waving troops to arm-aching cheers, and my son turned around to me and said "papa, please turn off the television, too much shouting, too loud".
And I suppose it was! Take away the mega-money induced hysteria, the loud and arrogant shouting and finger wagging and remove the shows of loving support by the masses, the empty shell leaves little to be desired!
I'll ask my son later what he thinks of the unwrinkled old-geyser!
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