i hesitate to even write anything. it seems that people have built up the new president to such a degree that there is an almost sacred quality to the man - the new messiah, the saviour of western civilization, the next jfk, the next mlk jr. the black and white jesus.

people in the west are like crows, i heard this week. we love shiny things.

the guy is just a dude. a very very rich dude who is incubated from the average citizen by layers of bureaucracy and red tape. he runs perhaps the most corrupt government around. he is indebted millions of dollars to special interest. he is surrounded by power brokers and professional civil servants with much more experience. he is mortal. he is sinful.

someday in the near future he will undoubtedly screw up. we all do. at that point there will be people who are disillusioned, amazed. didn't we trust him? wasn't he the great new hope?

it is always dangerous when we put our leaders on pedastals. people have a habit of falling from the heights. yet we still continue to elevate our rock gods and tv icons and religious elite. there is something in us that needs a hero. and we are usually disappointed.

i like obama, at least much more than bush. but the fact remains that he is not my president. it is not my country. a close neighbor but a stranger nonetheless. i hope the president of that country will bring peace and prosperity to a troubled land. i hope but i will not be destroyed utterly if it does not happen. superman is dead. long live the real world.

give the guy a break.