Dear America,

first things first.  a picture's worth a thousand words. Did you click?

How about those Colts?  I know, I know. You'd think a Patriot like myself would be all over New England and pretty boy Brady -- not a chance.  They got nothin' on the Colts and sweet niblets Peyton.  Absolutely nothing.  But even if you don't follow either one, you had to love the game.  O     M     G

That last two minutes was probably the best two minutes I've ever had, in football.

But you know how G feels about the Day After, what a let down; good thing I managed to muscle up enough adrenalin in my system to keep me juiced for awhile -- as that was the most breathtaking and remarkable and earth shattering two minutes of football I've seen in a long, long time.

But enough about me.

Can you get over that President of ours?  I believe his camealeon tendencies are going to his head.  This past weekend, he considered himself the "first Pacific President". 

"As America's first Pacific President, I promise you that this Pacific nation will strengthen and sustain our leadership in this vitally important part of the world."

Say what?  Look, bud, I know you want everyone to be your friend, but you are the sitting President of the United States of America, that is the only title you need baby.  But  in case you have forgotten, you ran on a campaign bringing all  Americans together as one -- even going so far as pontificating about how YOU had the greatest potential to be the ONE who could meld both sides of the aisle.  YOU were all about the O, the coming together as ONE; and certainly not a nation divided.

To that end Mr. Obi-ONE Kenobi, we are Americans.  Perhaps a new concept for the island boy to fully appreciate, but as Americans, special delineations need not apply -- matter of fact, they are rather frowned upon -- as that seems to cause friction and further separation issues (you would think you would know a thing or two about that).  But no matter, you, being the one to have been raised on an island, may well be having a hard time recognizing the red-blooded American concept that trumps all other miscellaneous backgrounds and family ancestry.

Even my own little monkey stopped to ask me, "if President Obama was born just a couple years earlier, would he still be allowed to run for office?"  And I laughed...for out of the mouths of babes.

But seriously, who can answer that?

Check out the birthdays of both and tell me the spot on observation of my young blood doesn't show merit?  Did I do good or what?  Oooh score, and notice how all of a sudden I made it all about me-- again.  Just tie me up and call me Kris Kardasian.

Let's see Hawaii, born August 21, 1959.  Obama, born August 4, 1961.  O     M     G

Of course, the sentiment was sweet when he said it.  Why wouldn't you want to find a common ground and establish an affinity before the meeting of the minds -- finding something elementary to connect from one islander to another.   I just never really pictured America being an island. 

Oh, but more power to him, right, he is the President -- whatever works.  However, it is getting somewhat comical watching this same senario play itself out time and time again all over the world...I can't wait to see what he does for an audience of blond haired, blue eyed sorority sisters in Iceland; certainly can't play up the McDonalds connection, that's out.

He did miss an opportunity presenting himself in Berlin at about the time he was introducing himself the Prince of the Pacific.  Oh he sent Hillary -- but then -- surprise, surprise, he upstaged her with a live stream-in wide screen video.  Touche.  

Even in that moment, it wasn't about ich bin ein Berliner at all, it was more like this.

Oh, right.  Wrong one.  That was the one where he questioned America's perfection and greatness speech, summer of 2008.  How careless of me.

How about we try this one...

“Few would have foreseen … that a united Germany would be led by a woman from Brandenburg or that their American ally would be led by a man of African descent. But human destiny is what human beings make of it,” Obama said.

Yes, that's the One.  Very nice.

Whether he goes or not, there he is.

Moving on, I totally got punked by a book this weekend; I am embarrassed to tell you about it, really.  It all happened so fast.  There I was, looking in the cultural warriors section and I was immediately drawn to quite a few familiar titles...Arguing with Idiots, the Culture of Corruption, What Americans Really, Really Want, Really...all of which are on my list.  Then a couple practically jumped into my arms, Ron Paul's The Revolution, A Manifesto and Naomi Wolf's The End of America, Letter of Warning to a Young Patriot.

They were both paper back and I had a gift card to cover  -- so I committed.  Within seconds I snached those babies up and took them home with me -- so great the anticipation my mouth was watering. 

Besides the Day After Peyton having his way with Brady-bites, this also happens to be the Day After one of dem dare books.  O   M   G

I'm telling you if I didn't already feel so stupid.  I had to google her just to find out more, as apparently I had no idea who she was or what she stood for -- how lame is that.  By title alone, this patriot was totally humbled in ignorance.

For low and behold G used $13.95 of her fine Barnes & Noble giftcard on a piece of crap.  If only I would have known better, as what else is a girl to expect from a woman reknowned for her liberal feminist views.   Having first been recognized as the author of something called The Beauty Myth, she penned a liberal twist of sorts with the ghost of a patriotic past, questioning America's foothold on keeping our basic civil liberties intact.

It was like an extreme make-over, captivated by herself in the mirror playing with lipstick upon every page; when all is said and done, I believe it more resembled an eight year catharsis liberating Naomi of every uncomfortable and godforsaken moment of the Bush administration  instead -- calling our attention to a whole new meaning of Women Who Run with the Wolves. 

I just didn't see it coming. The basic premise was this:

• Invoke a terrifying internal and external enemy.
• Create secret prisons where torture takes place.
• Develop a thug caste or paramilitary force not answerable to citizens.
• Set up an internal surveillance system.
• Harass citizens' groups.
• Engage in arbitrary detention and release.
• Target key individuals.
• Control the press.
• Treat all political dissidents as traitors.
• Suspend the rule of law.

The book chronicles how everything that Bush did to keep America safe after 9/11 was patterned somewhat, and sometimes exactly, after the fascists of dictators past.  The whole thing.  The list you see above is each of her top ten reasons why Bush should be hung out to dry.  Of course I am one to admit Bush didn't do everything right and many things wrong; but upon the wake of Fort Hood and mandatory government health care, I would love to know what dear sweet Naomi is thinking right about now.  If she questioned the antics of the W -- based entirely upon her own argument, the first nine months of the O have got to be grounds for treason, if not total regret.  Talk about "unchecked power..." 

Having been published in 2007, it would have behooved me to read the fine print; but initially, I got so excited, common sense just didn't have a chance.

Kind of like the day after not wearing condem. Oh no she di dint.

You had to know G would be getting back to the conversation.  And we will -- tomorrow.

Until then, I've got a chance to get it right on the next read with Ron Paul.  Bring it.

 Make it a Good Day, G

Upon the light of a new day, there is one thing Naomi totally nails:

"The founders asked us to err on the side of vigilence when it came to liberty."

Oh, to love a feminist in the morning.