Also, it's now reported her greatest concert ever was canned.

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She's a truly nice person -- spontaneous and fun to hang out with.

But (and this is the weakness) she has an acute lack of self consciousness which is both appealing and -- well, it leads to something like this.

On a deeper level, she's living with a man who is really talented and has a grand ego. There is a tendency for people in a situation like this to want to shine in their own way.

Bottom line: we're not talking about any kind of evil so cut her some slack.

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But I think the point of the post is this: "For all the new president's talk about sacrifice, change, equal opportunity and an end to divisiveness and arrogance, he has (as one would expect) plenty of supporters who can act as smug, partisan and plutocratic as the conservative cabal they helped sweep out of power..."

I don't blame Obama for this woman, I blame the noxious self-regard that seems endemic to being a certain type of well-to-do white liberal.

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It's hard to believe that mere hours have passed since Barack Obama was named Prime Minster of this indelible country. These colours certainly don't run, and I'm sure neither will Obama's. With eyeballs peeled to the bone I watched the inauguration on a 42 inch sony flatscreen television with a venture capitalist named Ringo, an Australian Aborigine, Joey Fatone and the inventor of some sort of Indian telecommunications product. We all talked together at the same time and despite not knowing each other's languages somehow the combined hash of our words bubbled up into a great soup of hope. A hopey soup filled with the combined spices of each of our heritages. On my way to play golf the next day, I thought to myself "Tommy, you don't know it yet, but the world you're living in has become ENHOPESOUPIFIED". I handed my clubs back to my Malaysian manservant and immediately pulled out my blackberry (tm) to tweetwit (tm) about it on tweeter (tm). The enhopesoupification of modern america comes at the convergence point between three bubbles: the black bubble, the iraq bubble and the nipple slippage bubble. I'm sure I don't have to explain how these relate to each other. Obama's campaign meshed these three bubbles together, tying each bubble with the cord of wireless communication, wrapping each tied bubble package in the electronic convenience of modern software convergence, and plunged the whole thing into the hot, volatile pot of the flatness of global communication. As we all know, when you EnHopeSoupify a whole culture you get resistance. Of course the iraqis don't understand nipple slippage at first. There will be resistance when we first push in, but the iraqis will relax and slowly grow to like the hot throbbing presence of democracy. To me, Obama represents the ultimate seasoning in our soup of hope. A black saffron, if you will, which smells presidential.

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Because this is pretty craptastic fare. Even brief missives I sometimes have to write to ex girlfriends have more trenchant observations.

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