Raining on the Hope Parade

Come November there are only two conceivable ways I can cast my vote for president of this great country. It’s gotta either be Obama, or of course, Myself. Though in many ways it would seem that I would make the better president; such as my no nonsense way of relating to others through subtle sarcasm, my military experience with the Weeblos, and of course my excellent relations with the larger spirit and beer distilleries throughout the world, instead I will cast my vote for Obama. Despite my public pseudo-endorsement of the candidate from Illinois, I feel as the second most qualified person to be president that I should rain a bit on the Hope parade.

 

 

Obama and his campaign have framed this election as a question between Hope and Experience. As a general rule of thumb, or stump for those sans thumbs, Hope is better than Experience. Experience means status quo. Or in simpler terms, if things are fucked up, do you want someone whose Experienced in fucking those things up? I would Hope not.

 

 

Unfortunately the only thing worse than fucked up Experience is false Hope. What happens when all that Hope you bought turns into nothing more than magic beans? A better America is indeed something to Hope for, but it is also something that has to be $$$paid$$$ for. For all the Hope-full rhetoric that is both inspiring and most definitely needed in a society that has lived under a reign of fear and ignorance, there has to be both a message of responsibility and shared sacrifice as well as an acceptance of the necessary belt tightening.

 

 

And that’s the rub. Who in America is ready to sacrifice? I Hope we all are, but my Experience says otherwise. I Hope that doesn’t make you as sad as me.