What’s driving Obama-mania? , you ask?
Well, I don’t know what is driving it, but I know where it’s driving me: Obama-mania’s driving me to distraction. From Saturday until last evening, the newspapers, radio and TV have saturated the airwaves with Obama. The media blitz is comparable to that of Windows 95. It is a hard sell. Even George Will’s joined in the hype.
At this point, if I were to open a can of Campbell’s alphabet soup and the letters spelled O-B-A-M-A, I would not be surprised:
He was in the morning news on TV. I turned off the TV.
I got in the car, and they were talking about him on the radio. I turned off the radio.
I was standing in line at the bank and the two women ahead of me were talking about Obama. I took two paces back.
I was making dinner and the phone rang. It was my friend who lives in Texas. She had an Obama story. I changed the subject.
I’m sitting at the dining table with the family, and, guess whose name came up. I cleared the table.
I say, “Uncle!”
Maybe I should borrow The Anchoress’ dog. He doesn’t talk about Obama.
Update: Oh, wait!