President Pachiderm?

So the US Presidential elections are almost upon us. Finally. It seems almost inconceivable that I was writing about this way back in my entry of 9th January this year, and still we have a week to go.

In the meantime it seems as though America has limped along on the world's stage with a lame duck President (almost a matching pair with our waste of skin that passes as Prime Minister) who is politically just waiting to die.

For what it's worth I hope Obama gets in, as not only would it prevent the septegenarian psychopath McCain from continuing Bush's 'good work', it would also give some of the more red of neck members of the land of the free, home of the brave, a little food for thought, and prove that America is actually still moving forward in terms of progressive thinking. It would be an act that proves that there is more to Presidential policy that building pseudo concentration camps in Cuba for those who dare to question the relentless onslaught of the New World Disorder that the alcoholic cowboy has peddled ever since the aircraft/building interfaces in New York eight years ago.

This time next week we'll know whether we're going to have a historic coloured President or a historic female President (let's face it, McCain's health isn't great so he's a good shoe in for your 2009 Dead Pools), so until then, I'm going to worry about something far more important.

For the second time in my life I'm best man at a wedding, this time my friend Nick, who I've known for thirty years.

My speech is written, nice and short as requested by the groom, and I'm looking forward to sharing this happy day with Deborah, Tavis and Keziah.

Then we have Halloween, of course, so I'm sure I'll be back with something to say about my favourite day of the year then.