Obama-mania: You think it’s bad here?
I’m so glad I’m not in Kenya right now. You think Obamamania is bad here? You ain’t seen nuthin’. Kenyans were gaga for Obama when I was there in early 2007. In Kenya, saying you don’t support Obama is like saying in the Vatican you don’t think Mother Teresa was all that great. If you fused the celebrity power of Britian’s royal family, Britany Spears (early, middle, and late periods), Oprah, and Michael Jordan (circa 1994), you’d just about have it.
He’s welcomed as a native Kenyan (better, actually), even though he’s not one. As far as I can tell, absolutely everyone adores him, even though his Kenyan blood is Luo, and it was primarily the Luo and Kikuyu tribes who hacked each other to bits over political matters earlier this year. He’s hailed as a savior for the African continent not because he grew up there, or is terribly familiar with it, but because he’s (half) black. That’s it.
They are riding his coat-tails of fame, pretty much unconcerned with what his positions and qualifications actually are. His rank as the Democratic nominee for President of the United States is all the qualifications they need to know. But any Democrat will tell you that the Republican nomination means diddly-squat these days, and any Republican will tell you the same about the Democratic nomination. So there. Everybody has completely skirted any real investigation, analysis, judgment or thinking about things at all.
We are swept away in the currents and undertoes of emotionalism - globally.
Ready for the roller-coaster? Hell, you’re already on it.
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