So been kicking the idea for this blog around for a while. The onset of Insomnia, probably due to the onset of stress, has meant sleep is a distant dream, and the epic consequences of Inaugration Day make this seem, if not the right time, a kinda good time to begin my tales of the politics of love and the love of politics. Also, my love of all things teenie, particularly mocking said beings, helped fuel both the title and my general resilience to stop obsessively reading the blog of whichever band I fancy (the ridiculous reformation of Glamour for Better after a MONTH apart helped fuel it too)
I guess the Inauguration would be a pretty good place to start. Sitting on my bathroom floor at midnight maybe it doesn't seem AS relevant but heyho beggars (my sleep-deprived self) can't be choosers (I can't remember anything that preceded 4pm. Oh no wait I went to the gym for the first time in a longgggg while. Pretty Epic that one). So because the maybe/almost/might be/sort of Boyfriend (I think we'll call him A for Analogy, which suits only me as it only makes sense to, well, me) does have the whole Yank think down I guess if we EVER end up together my little (HUGE) obsession with all things stateside might actually form itself into some sort of significant link. That'll be momentous. But seriously the Inauguration does mean big things for my British Counterparts and myself:
1) The politician peeps might shut the hell up about the 'Special Relationship' our two great nations have. I mean I love the USA and UK but c'mon did no one even pause to comprehend just how freaking hilarious that phrase is? Maybe we all emigrated or summat......or someone really key had flu (which i swear doesn't exist cos i sure as hell haven't ever had it)
2) Obama is all about saving the world. Which is pretty sweet for us cos then we don't have to rely to much on our lovely, but incredibly unreliable and confusing, politicians to Do Britain Justice. And the whole poodle jokes might melt away, cos seriously I love those dogs and I took involving them in the 'special relationship' as a PERSONAL INSULT
So maybe he'll get shot or whatever the doom laden peeps are predicting next. But I really think he does give us Hope We Can Believe In. Even if that hope is so cheesy it should be shoved between two slices of bread and grilled. I mean c'mon dude the Brits don't say "God Save The Queen" every single freaking speech.
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