Obama and His Big Balls

Obama is heading to Copenhagen to lobby the International Olympic Committee this week.  At first I was bothered by this (still am, sort of).  There’s so much going on with health care reform, Iran, etc., is this really a good use of his time?  Did I elect him to do this?  Yeah, I kinda did.

Forget about the money the event will generate, or that the event will be in Chicago, Obama’s hometown (and a short walk from his house to the planned Olympic stadium).

Over the past 8 years, the reputation of the United States has gone down a notch every time Bush said, “evil doer.”  We were the laughing stock on the international stage for 8 years.  Then Barack Obama, like the new cool kid in school, stepped up and told the world to suck it (but in a cool, non-threatening, “I wish I were his friend,” sort of way).  The very fact that he is who he is (and has the name that he does, and story!),  makes up for the stupidity and international destruction of the Bush years (sort of).

So his lobbying for the Olympic games is the United States way of saying, “Alright world, things were shitty there for a while, but trust us, we’re better now, look who we elected President, and we want you to visit us!”

So, Mr. President, go to Copenhagen, bring Michelle and the girls, maybe bring the dog!  Don’t just give a speech, also role around in the grass, laugh a lot, make a Dad joke, let the girls talk about how silly you can be, just be y’alls cute seleves!  And make sure Michelle wears those rad Converse Chucks she’s been sporting lately, I think that would be the cherry on top (not to mention totes old school sporty!).