2008 Last Night
posted by November 5 at 8:21 AMon
Last night, while I was getting totally fucking wasted—which was a very different totally getting wasted than the totally getting wasted I got when John Kerry lost to George Bush—a friend of mine pointed something out about Obama:
Obama is maybe the first president in a very long time who is smart enough to realize how fucked he is. Surely any kind of man who’s able to put together the smoothest, best presidential campaign in history—and what a relief to actually say that, now!— understands the burden of what he’s trying to achieve. Every president is fucked, yes, but when George Bush won for the first time, when Bill Clinton won for the first time, when Ronald Reagan won for the first time, they didn’t seem to appreciate the gravity of the situation. They were just happy to win.
When Obama gave his speech last night, he looked relieved, yes, and assured, yes, but he also looked tired. And it was the kind of tired you see on the face of someone who’s run five miles and has to go fifteen miles more before he or she sleeps. Intellectually, he realizes the burden of a presidency, and he’s getting ready for it. It’s amazing to watch. Here’s a man who’s giving up the rest of his life for this national service, and, completely understanding what it means, he’s doing it willingly. That’s a kind of heroism.
Of course, I could just still be drunk, too.