I was riffing on thisthis over beers just last night:

Another’s followers have taken up the mantra of, “Yes, we can.” We can what? The little engine that could? Government by Sesame Street. “Today is brought to you by the letters B and S.”
– Theocritus (warning: fake Greek pseudonym alert*)

There’s that, and we’re all going to get a nice, warm bowl of Change, and a steaming mug of Hope.

I was mainly complaining last night that I dislike myself very much right now for believing that my fellow Americans are so shallow as to elect an empty-but-purty-talking (“he’s such a great orator”)suit as President for the simple reason that he’s superficially the polar opposite of GWB…black guy, northern state, senator, Democrat, liberal, half-Musselman. But what can I say? People are swooning, yes, I said swooning at his speeches. Americans should not swoon at political speeches. I’m sorry, but that’s just the way it should be. On our best day, we should restrain ourselves from throwing rotten vegetables. We should have them to hand, but restrain ourselves. But no, we’re now swooning over a pol. God help us.

NB: “Yes, we can” reminds of the “Si! Se Puede” billboard on I-35E just outside of Waxahachie, and of course, the La Raza-La Migra demonstrations a few years ago. At least the Mexicans used four syllables. Any more than three, and I fear our swooners would protest, or forget.

* I’m given to understand that Theo is a well-known businessman in his milieu and can’t afford the easy identification. Protecting a mission of commerce will get a pass from me, where an overeducated dork spouting off on the interwebs under fake Greek names won’t.