[W] Afraid to Hope

I really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY want this man to win the election. I want it so badly I feel like if I think about it too much, I'll jinx it -- kind of like I never like to talk about how I think I did on a big test. I believe this is a quintessentially Midwestern sort of feeling -- the feeling that openly proclaiming what you really want to happen will cause the very thing you want most not to happen after all.

Admittedly, I have reservations. One of my greatest concerns is that evidently the man upon whose shoulders I rest my hopes and dreams for my country, my future, my family's future, my children's future, is a smoker (how often he smokes is up for debate, it seems). I've seen pictures. And the thing is, I believe smoking is a major character flaw.

Still, it's not nearly as bad, as, say, telling Katie Couric you have experience with foreign policy because you can see Russia from your window. So, my hope is that Obama will win -- and win by a landslide, so that the blasted Republicans will see how fed up we Americans are with the way things have been handled by G.W. and his cronies. And I hope that after he wins, he reads When You Are Engulfed in Flames and hires those Hiroshima experts on Big Tobacco's dime to rid himself of a filthy habit. GOBAMA!

-W