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Chia Obama?!

Color me refreshed.

It's no secret that our nation's fascination and idolization of Barack Obama is off the charts. I haven't been around that long to be an authority, but I've never seen nor heard nor read of anyone - let alone an elected official - who's skyrocketed to such lofty heights of popularity. Even JFK wasn't so wildly beloved. Camelot wasn't Camelot until his assassination, and that wasn't even firmly established until his brother met a similar fate.

I have no idea if all of this is a good or a bad thing. I'm torn on the impact such adoration might affect. After W., perhaps this kind of faith, hope, and trust in our President is just what the doctor ordered. Maybe it's all an elixir that will continue to instill confidence and resurrect the pride the majority of us held in being American not so long ago. Lord knows we need an injection of spirit, comaradery, and community to help us through the troubling times we find ourselves in. We need fresh ideas and invigorating leadership, and that could be what continues to fuel this wild devotion.

Then again, perhaps it's little more than blind idol worship that will inevitably fade over time. I've always found it fascinating with past Presidents that while they were esteemed walking in the door one was hard-pressed to find people willing to admit they'd voted for them a year or two down the line.
And maybe the mania and idolatry will only serve to blind the populace from the hazardous waters this administration is negotiating, realizing those are rocks at the bottom of that beautiful waterfall when it's too late to turn the boat back. I'm not saying the moves being made are wrong, but they're certainly unproven and subject to thoughtful suspection.

All that being said, whatever the cause of and potential outcome from this Obama-mania might be, at least it's providing some much appreciated levity. And at least someone's making money these days. The "Obama Souvenir" industry is a force of nature. From the moment those last votes were counted, everything-Obama has been hawked with the fury of the Sham-Wow guy on cocaine. I haven't seen it, but I imagine you can get a kitchen sink with the Presidential seal and that charming picture of Obama with his girls smack dab around the drain.

What have I seen thus far? T-shirts, key chains, lava lamps, posters, 6' cardboard cutouts, pendants, stationary, coins, etched plaques, figurines, bobbleheads, busts, mugs, glasses, basketballs, jackets, pens, bumper stickers, skateboards, kites, and....wait for it......condoms! Yes, condoms. And I'm sure this comprises less than half the list of memorabilia available to those sick of collecting Elvis gear.

But the "pie'ce de re'sistance" was unveiled to me last night at about 2 a.m.

I was up late balancing the books and trying to figure what new business I could generate in order to keep all my men on the payroll. I've been able to ride the storm admirably thus far, if I do say so myself. We've diversified, expanded territory, and forged new ones. I've reduced my own salary to just above nothing and removed myself from our health insurance rolls just to keep my guys employed. But the ball keeps rolling downhill.

So in the wee hours I was nursing a scotch on the rocks in an effort to minimize the weight of the stress coursing through my entire body. I could feel my knitted eyebrows attempting to meet in the middle and my poor dog could sense it was not a good time to be lying in my path as I paced the den. I'd been at it for hours so I opted to turn on the tube to see how badly my Royals had been spanked. I know, I know; insult to injury and all that but I needed to direct my frustration elsewhere.

I punched in the numbers on the remote and in that split second before the channel changed I saw something that caught my eye. I thought, "Was that....? Could it really be......? Did I see....?", as I quickly pressed the recall button.
It was. For the love of Oprah, there was an ad for a "Chia Obama"!!! As the voice-over announcer detailed the fine craftsmanship of the product and explained how "you can commemorate the historic election" I stared in disbelief with jaws agape. And then I chuckled. Then I laughed. Soon I was laughing so hard I had to put my scotch down. Maybe it wasn't that funny. Maybe the hilarity was more about the combination of punchiness and stress. But I gotta tell ya, watching the time lapse effect of that Obama head grow little green hair was too much for me to take.

I've thought all this Obama-mania was over the top, that the theory of over-kill had been lost on those looking to put him out in front of the public in each and every way possible. But for once, just for that one moment, I couldn't have been more thankful. I needed a laugh so badly. It was just what the doctor ordered.

July 9, 2009

Left lane's the fast lane