Obama and Me
It's Fat Tuesday and I've got the thighs to prove it. So I figured I better get out and do something.
Barack Obama was in L.A. today and I got off the couch and checked him out. As a contributing writer to the Obamafest blog, I felt it was my duty. I skipped David Geffen's party, since he's a douche, and I popped over to a daytime rally at the little park next to Dorsey High.
I got there early and parked myself near the stage. These young people came out and did a few songs acapella:
They reminded me of Up With People
(Up! Up! Up with people/You meet 'em wherever you go!/ Up! Up! Up with people/They're the best kind of folks we know). They call themselves the Snickerdoodles, or something like that.
Then John Densmore and his TribalJazz group played a few songs. Good stuff if you like percussion. I couldn't take a picture because my camera's batteries were crapping out. Go to their site if you're curious.
I figured Obama would be late since this is L.A. and every freeway and street is meshugine. But right at his projected arrival time of 3:15 he popped up on stage. Pretty impressive.
He gave a rousing speech, peeling off his jacket half-way through and basking in the sun.
I didn't notice any Secret Service. Maybe they were undercover. I worry that I might come across as a Travis Bickle type and some SS Agent will look at me and go, "THAT GUY!" and I'll get gang-tackled and thrown into the back of an unmarked Ford Crown Victoria and taken to some basement where I'm tasered until I name names.
None of that happened today.
What did happen was Senator Obama gave a nice speech. I'm into this whole Presidential campaign thing. Sure, it's a year until people start voting, but if we can spend the next year arguing about the father of Anna Nicole's baby, and if we can spend the next year watching Brittney's hair grow back, then we can certainly spend the next year figuring out who would make a good President. It's important that we get this right, because I've got a feeling that it's going to fall on our next President to figure out a way to bury James Brown.
Barack Obama was in L.A. today and I got off the couch and checked him out. As a contributing writer to the Obamafest blog, I felt it was my duty. I skipped David Geffen's party, since he's a douche, and I popped over to a daytime rally at the little park next to Dorsey High.
I got there early and parked myself near the stage. These young people came out and did a few songs acapella:
They reminded me of Up With People
(Up! Up! Up with people/You meet 'em wherever you go!/ Up! Up! Up with people/They're the best kind of folks we know). They call themselves the Snickerdoodles, or something like that. Then John Densmore and his TribalJazz group played a few songs. Good stuff if you like percussion. I couldn't take a picture because my camera's batteries were crapping out. Go to their site if you're curious.
I figured Obama would be late since this is L.A. and every freeway and street is meshugine. But right at his projected arrival time of 3:15 he popped up on stage. Pretty impressive.
He gave a rousing speech, peeling off his jacket half-way through and basking in the sun.
I didn't notice any Secret Service. Maybe they were undercover. I worry that I might come across as a Travis Bickle type and some SS Agent will look at me and go, "THAT GUY!" and I'll get gang-tackled and thrown into the back of an unmarked Ford Crown Victoria and taken to some basement where I'm tasered until I name names.
None of that happened today.
What did happen was Senator Obama gave a nice speech. I'm into this whole Presidential campaign thing. Sure, it's a year until people start voting, but if we can spend the next year arguing about the father of Anna Nicole's baby, and if we can spend the next year watching Brittney's hair grow back, then we can certainly spend the next year figuring out who would make a good President. It's important that we get this right, because I've got a feeling that it's going to fall on our next President to figure out a way to bury James Brown.
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