If I Were President

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This wasn’t the post I’d had planned for today, but what are plans, really?

The world must really be ready for Barack Hussein Obama to take office. I have never seen so much coverage about one person just coming into town -- not taking office, not being inaugurated yet, not serving Day One of his presidency… just coming into town -- than Mr. President-Elect. Every e-zine, every newspaper is in a lather over this one man. I haven’t been alive very long, but I don’t remember there being this much fuss over an incoming President such as this. It’s nice to be excited about politics. I’ve documented my tendency to obsess over things I like, and this could easily be no exception. Because of this, I’m trying not to watch or read much on the upcoming inauguration, or the problems the new President will inherit.

All that aside, I can’t help but admire the Obamas and the way they’ve handled their family through the transition. I’m especially partial to them because they have two girls (Bet’cha thought I was going to say it was because they were both tall, didn’t ‘cha? DIDN’T ‘CHA?!). While BFam and I are losing our minds just transitioning from Christmas break to going back to the school/work grind, the Obamas have schools, cities, friends, jobs, homes and countless other to-do’s on their transition list. Who has time to run a country?

And the pressure! Oh, the pressure. Barack (look at me with first names) seems cool, laid back and down-to-Earth enough that he can fool you. Is he stressed? Do you know how many times I’d be on the toilet right now? They’d have to do my inauguration from the bathroom.

My kids are really into the Cartoon Network-spawned channel Boomerang. Weird since all they run are old cartoons. Nothing wrong with history, I guess. Last night, they ran this Popeye cartoon and it made me think of Obama. Don’t ask me why.

Made me think of Hillary Clinton, too. Go figure.

So, how ’bout it? What if you were President?