America. America, America, America. You have no idea how proud I am of you today. Today you grew up. Today you made me realise I could no longer rip the pish with impunity; that you are capable, when the chips are down, of making the right choice. Mind you, it was a choice between that and an animated corpse whose sidekick believes in witches. Hmmmm…
Words cannot describe how relieved I am not just for you, but for the rest of the world. There is a palpable sense that if Americans can shrug off their global image as self-serving, ignorant greed-mongers and make a difficult choice for change then we might just yet avoid going to hell in that proverbial handcart. Obama has a huge struggle ahead, and we need immediately to put aside the excitement of America’s first black president and what that represents to deal decisively with the issues that will make or break us all.
Eight years ago I sighed in dismay at your choice. This morning I forgive you. I just hope the man can follow through on his promise.
Gobama!





