PDX Art: "Obama-mania"

Confessions of an Obamaholic

Right after his speech four years ago at the Democratic convention for Kerry's nomination, I fell into this deep hole of admiration.
The first time in a long time a political speech gave me goose bumps as big as Hershey’s kisses.
The sincerity of his demeanor oozed out of my television like chunky peanut butter on my souls sesame toast. In better days it was called charisma.

Now 4 years later my Obama has become the next elected president of the United States of America.
Obama and hyperbole have mingled with fanatism and messiahism to chummy up with hero worship.
Cocktails are named after him to commemorate the historical moment like the “Hopetini”
or “Ray of hope” and “Hope Fizz”.
The restaurants in DC already put out Obama menus like “Fried no chicken left behind”, “ Born in Hawaii Mahi Mahi” or “Left over Bush meat”.
A “Belt way revival” burger is expected to be a hit with the “Economy slam dunk pulled pork sloppy Joe” and the Capital Hill special “Veal liver with candied apples and fagot beans”.
Change means kill your piggy bank and get dressed for the party with the latest T-shirt and start celebrating with flags of hope.

Hope is not with out a price tag and excitement is spreading its wealth.

You got to have the Obama Yo Yo to show that you are a true believer and to keep focused on the ups and downs of the stock market during the transition.

While we are stimulated to buy into the stimulus package it is lingering stuck in congress.
An army of retailers has lined their Obama super stores with limited editions of china made in China so you too can eat your ribs off Obama’s face.

That he is like a rock star is an understatement with a hot sauce named after him and even toilet paper sporting his image just incase if he is not able to live up to our expectations.

You can wash your privates with “Hope on rope” scented soap smelling just like a Kenyan summer and there is already talk of an Obama theme park.

The home shopping channel is going to broad cast the inauguration while Joan Rivers is selling fake gilded trinkets with the portraits of the Obama children so you too can feel like you are part of the as of yet undefined change.

The celebration has turned into a whole sell consumer bonanza with capitalism again taking it out of the pockets of the easy impressed and mislead.

Inaugurations parties are popping up like drag queens during Mardi Gras and are used as fundraisers for various social causes even movie theaters are going to screen the event.
I wonder if that is what Nostredamus saw in his visions not reality but Hollywood produced political theater.

After all Obama is also our virtual president being all over the news channels of the media Diaspora.
The undecided did decide on a truer version of reality. The slogan of one nation granted instant success.
On flickering You Tube he played on our hope and the familiar, as the strong older brother who is the only one with the skills and the guts to step up to the stage.

Bush was nowhere to be seen mostly on vacation, absent minded or kept away on purpose but Obama was everywhere like a black Mr. Clean that refreshes the news and cleans up out our national and international disasters.

Welcome to the cult of the intellectual instead of action from the gut.

A ball player can play from the gut and take risky shots because all that is lost is a game.
But on all other occasions you want somebody that engages all his faculties before a decision is made.
Virtually all of Bush’s gut decisions have caused tremendous harm to society but what did we expect from this elitist daddies boy who had even sank a ball club into bankruptcy.
He thought he could lead the country with 5-minute stage appearances and than go on playing golf in some fancy resort far away from ordinary life namely ours.

Life is not series of speeches as remedy and not a banner overhead that claims the impossible.

When you plunder the nations piggy bank, break the Kyoto protocols for personal gain and spit into the face of the Geneva Convention to indulge in torture you are going to be held accountable a some point in time.
You can hide but not seek, you can whine but not win, you can beg but you will be punished when you least expect it.
You can call on history but history is made when the carcasses of your legacy has rotted to make room for fresh ground. If you didn’t built bridges there wont be a passing to return home. “Going, going, gone” is like the saying goes.

"Iconic" means more than words spoken into microphones, more than words written by speechwriters and more than beating the drum of economic stimulus.

New infrastructure means also new ways of thinking and acting. It means a change of behavior for every one of us.

Life is allegorical, life is a constant war between the lower self and the higher “It”.
The goal is ultimately to strive for meaning.

To be rich is nice but at the end when we die it will be meaningless.
The only thing meaningful is meaning itself.

Meaning will leave you satisfied with your life no matter what.

Leaders have power only on lease, on lease from the people who voted to lend it for a cycle of time.
Unreality is the norm on the top of the social ladder all we can do is remind them that it is us, our backs that carried them to the top.

And than just go on and buy the trinkets, the memorabilia, the stickers and t-shirts to align our un-importance with their importance.

All these attempts have futility built in like microwaves in a 21st century kitchen.

We try to hide how dead we are already and that a new president is not a new savior and that he can’t reawaken us to life even if John Williams composed a new piece of music in his honor and Yo Yo Ma is going to play at one of the balls.

Every new speech is consumed like the word of God on Earth because we ourselves are to frail to claim our rightful place in the firmament of materiality.

We have lost the ability to decipher content from form and drift on paraphernalia like the tons of discarded plastic bottles that skim deep down on our ocean floors.

Once in awhile we land on a beach of hope only to be swept away again by the next storm of lies.

Inside we are distorted by energies that pull us apart.
Appearance becomes fake like in one of those crazy mirrors in an old-fashioned fair ground booth.
Big thoughts become pipe dreams, contemplation fizzles out into fringe elements.
Stinking thinking leads into depression and childish affirmations expose our neediness.

The world has lost its footing and is spiraling down head first the consumer shoot onto the landfill of unworthy societies discarded just like previous invalid culture.

What’s next, why now? The situation is labeled “welcome to the worst of all times”
as Obamas face graces every magazine inviting us to join hands in Obama Land.

We are all victims and victimizers at once and no pill can cover the pain of “the great Reckoning.”
It’s not just about Wall street versus Main street it is about what’s going on in “the Streets of the World” and if we care enough to eliminate all injustice not just the one we feel in our wallets.

Just like with Obama we are virtually connected.
Now we need to proof that it really means something more than a self-promotional tool or a cheap way to exchange gossip between the people of all nations.








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