In the name of fair disclosure, I should let you guys know I'm pretty drunk right now. I'm pretty drunk right now because of the State of the Union drinking game. For a number of years now, I have been playing this game with all and sundry as a way of turning the reign of King George II into something positive and enjoyable. I must say, however, that Barack Obama's first State of the Union address was pretty far from the mark of what my drinking buddies and I have come to expect.
Tonight I saw something I didn't expect. I think they call it "leadership". He called the kicking-and-screaming Republicans on their bullshit, making it clear that sitting in the way with their eyes closed and fingers in their ears chanting "no, no, no!" was not going to fly. I saw common sense solutions, like more favorable student loans and tax breaks for small businesses and small business investors (the only standing ovation from the right side of congress-- not surprising, since they automatically leap to their feet and applaud whenever they hear the word "cut" in the same sentence with the phrase "capital gains tax").
But that's not what spoiled my evening. What really sunk my battleship tonight was the way Obama rubbed his elitist agenda in our faces by not mispronouncing or stammering over common words and phrases. I had a much better time tipping back a cold one every time I heard the commander in chief say "nukular" or, my favorite, "terrah". Our new president also refused to be derailed by minor distractions, almost as if he were an experienced and talented public speaker who knows how to read a crowd and improvise when appropriate and effective.
What a dick. At least he didn't call us out. I've been waiting, year after year, for the president to say, "This is for all the people at home playing the drinking game. Iraq,Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq, Iraq. Don't mess with Texas."
