Today was a very important day. It was important because today was the day that I recognized that each day is really the only day that I have. Despite all of the “things” that are going on in the world. BP still hasn’t plugged the oil leak and Obama still hasn’t taken responsibility for anything, really, so today I decided to give my bathroom a second coat of paint.
The paint chip said “gold buff” but it really reminds me of the mustard that you see on ball park hot dogs….even “Grey Poupon would be too generous a title, too high-falutin for this shade of yellow, but I painted anyway. My sister said that a second coat would make the color seem richer, give it more depth. Besides, the gold makes a fine accent to the dark chocolate brown I had chosen for the cabinet, the same brown that now covers the pelicans in the Gulf.
I mused about the hoopla the media engaged in prior to the elections. All of the pundits, and many of the late night comedians, discussed and joked about Sarah Palin’s inexperience but no one mentioned that Barack Obama was even less experienced then the Governor of Alaska. The irony being that Obama was running for President! It really doesn’t matter anyway…Should I paint that window trim…? He was the media’s choice, the media’s golden boy…. “Gold buff” maybe… He would be elected. Useful idiots, Lenin had called them, the media. I actually think it was more white guilt, like the creamy white color I’d chosen for the ceiling….maybe I should use creamy white for the window trim,too. Or chocolate brown. Now that would make a statement!
Funny thing is, I’ve noticed in my nearly 57 years of life, that many people who call themselves Democrats, are actually the worst bigots I know. Prior to the election I’ve heard some of these people use racial slurs that would give pause to a Ku Klux Klan member. When I pointed this out to an acquaintance who is a life-long Democrat, she said that she wasn’t counting the black part. Obama is half white she told me and half “n*****.”
Other people, I believe, voted for the man because they just felt guilty. The man is attractive, he is black, he has such a nice family and it was high time we elected a black President. He even made some reporters legs tingle. I took a damp cloth and wiped off the excess paint from the blue ceramic tile. My leg was tingling now too, but it was because I sat in one position for too long. I stood up and shook the offending limb. The gold buff walls really make the blue tiles “pop.” Never you mind that the face of the United States as we know it is changing. First the stimulus bill, then health care reform, now cap and trade. The interesting question is, how are we ever going to pay for all of this? Europe has proved that Socialism doesn’t work. As I stood back and admired my work, “Grey Poupon” flecks in my hair, I realized that my sister was right about this. A second coat really does look make it much richer…it has more depth.