Never was a Cornflake Girl…

… I have a stack of books I have been picking at but I’m mostly reading Barack Obama’s Dreams from My Father. Sometimes I have to just stop and reflect. I’m so moved by Senator Obama. I’m not taken with him because of the trendiness of it all, the Barackafied slang, and not even because I’m so fed the fuck up with this administration and its supporters.

I’m moved by him as a person. I’m inspired by him and I genuinely like the man and respect him. Reading Dreams has caused that inspiration to flourish into what I can only describe as complete awe. I’m not only fascinated by him, I’m captivated. I don’t think McCain stands a dog’s chance against him. I have moved from a cautious optimism to an all-out certainty. Call it overconfidence if you choose, but I just do not believe there are enough Americans that are dumb enough and inspired enough to put Granpappy McCain and his heiress mistress in the White House. Not when they have a choice.

I’m not the only person who feels this way. Poking around the net I found this blog:

He inspires me in a way I can’t really truly explain in this short profile text… But, know this:

I’m not American, and he’s made me literally ‘‘loved’’ this foreign country; …