oink-oink!

You can put lipstick on a pig.
It's still a pig.

You can wrap an old fish in a piece of paper called change.
It's still gonna stink.

We've had enough of the same old thing.

Barack Obama, 2008

The Day That Was

ATTENTION.
All the fun and fanfare has now passed. The Americans have a new President. The world has (apparently) now got new hope.

And yet we are all still in precisely the same old shit that we were in yesterday.
And the day before that.
And the day before that, too!

The megatrons have been powered down, dismantled, packaged and shipped.

Tears were shed. And yet jubilation reigned supreme. Speeches have been over-analysed. Omissions have been hailed. Inclusions - debated. To what end?

The sun still rises in the East. The moon will continue to wax & wane. Suffering will not end. Poverty, death, disease and greed prevail.

O Happy Day! O Happy Thoughts!
And so now: To Work!

Inaugu-What The Fuck?

The 20th of January. 2009.

Obama Day.
And we all (the world) sit holding our collective breath.

Hoping, desperately, for a better future. In our naivety we pin our hopes on one single individual. And we hope that that individual will change our future.

Please, do not call me negative. Nor a heathen. Nor sceptical.

I merely find it absolutely fascinating that our joint intellect will not comprehend that our future is up to us.

As individuals.

Mr Obama, I am certain, has no idea of the magnitude of his responsibility to us, the needy masses.

I pity him. And weep for humankind.