Postcards From The Second Coming

The poor Missus came home from her book club this evening thoroughtly upset at the outright Obama-worship among her fellow members and their subtle but plain endorsement of the heckling poor ol' Dubya had to suffer during the inaugural ceremonies.

This struck a chord with me because earlier I had been thinking about the fact that I've still got my McCain/Palin bumper sticker attached to the ol' Jeep.

You see, I'm not one of those tongue-swallowing types who questions the legitimacy of the election or seeks to deny the fact that The One is now my President. Good luck to him, I says, and Godspeed.

At the same time, I've decided to keep my sticker as a protest against the mass hysteria that seems to have gripped the country. In my humble opinion, The One essentially sweet-talked his way into the Oval Office, whispering in the collective ear of the voters and promising them a magic carpet ride.

Well, okay then. Here we are. And here's the rug. I want to see the thing airborne before I surrender my skepticism. If we do, indeed, hurtle into the upper atmosphere, I will gladly admit that I misjudged The One. But until then....uh-uh.

As for the shabby treatment of Dubya by the Faithful? Shame. Shame. Nothing but shame.