The Politics of Dancing

Obama decended upon Portland yesterday, creating more havoc at Waterfront Park than if free beer were given away at the Fun Center.

"Wow, wow, wow," [Obama] said as he surveyed the audience.

Um yeah Obama, we fucking love you here. We would drink your god damn bath water. Underneath our mostly apathetic exterior, we Portlanders can get a little snarky sometimes, but we love us some "change" and "hope" and "coming together" and "weed" (oh wait, sorry Obama, you probably don't smoke up, but we do appreciate your supportive stance of our medicinal ganja).

And since I already voted for you in the primary, me and my better half chose to embrace both our libralism and agnosticism on Sunday by dressing up and becoming better sinners. Gawd, I love sinning.

And although I didn't attend this Colin Meloy-enhanced love-in and generally ignore most things political because politicians (and most of the humans that vote for them) piss me off so much, I will still cry ginormously large tears of joy when you are elected.