In which Sharon attempts to reconcile herself to an Obama presidency

If you've read my previous post, you have no doubt concluded that practically every fiber of my being throbs with antipathy to the idea of an Obama presidency. And yet it is not in my nature to dwell on what cannot be undone. I mock, and move on. You can think of this post as a grim testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

I won't go so far as to say that I have seen the light, opened my heart, and fully embraced The One. I, unlike others, don't believe that a "philosopher-king" has come to us in times of trouble, that Obama is a "light-being" whose spiritual interconnectedness will be the catalyst for the whole planet to begin healing, or that this heralds a new dawn of understanding among nations (all of which have been said about an Obama presidency, with a painful kind of earnestness, at some time or another). But I can't say I was wildly supportive of McCain/Palin either.

It is true that the spectacle of white liberals congratulating themselves in a repellently smug fashion on their enlightened superiority has not been an attractive one. I will welcome our so-called "post-racial future" with the rest of them not when we vote for a man because he is black, but when we can not vote for a man despite the fact that he's black. And the media have failed abysmally in their mandate to investigate and report on an Obama candidacy with anything approaching objectivity, stopping just this side of throwing their knickers onstage at a rally.

And yet even hard-bitten realists like myself are not entirely immune to the coolness factor of a President Barack Hussein Obama in charge at the White House (although it is rather offset by the decided clownishness of a Vice President Joe Biden). Which is, I suppose, why the appeal of the idea of the man is such that so many are staunchly determined to remain ignorant of his reality.