Barack Obama is the Crispus Atticus of politics in the 21st century. We are like post-amphibians who forgot we came from the ocean and we are in denial that the oceans still give us life and feed us. We keep saying "nothing is impossible " then we do nothing everyday to prove that wrong. If this seems like bitter acknowledgement, it's because it is. We are shitting where we eat. I pay attention but inside the gates, it only matters if the insurance and the deferred compensation dry up. We got too big for our britches. But none of it matters, well maybe some of it but if we're fucked, politics won't save us, nor will saving which use to be "wishing won't do it, saving will". Every cataclysm in America has produced a leader out of it and if Obama isn't the right one for our time, maybe the right one will get elected and lead us to the promised land. And maybe pictures of my ass will get me one "Dancing with the Stars". Fake optimism - it doesn't cost anything.