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( Jewel Samad / AFP / Getty Images / December 10, 2009 ) President Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama greet the torch parade from the balcony of the Grand Hotel in Oslo, the Norwegian capital, where he accepted the Nobel Peace Prize.
( Jewel Samad / AFP / Getty Images / December 10, 2009 )
President Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama greet the torch parade from the balcony of the Grand Hotel in Oslo, the Norwegian capital, where he accepted the Nobel Peace Prize.

Obama’s Oslo speech was articulate and persuasive in many ways, though I still don’t feel like sending 30,000 more Americans into Afghanistan to put an end to the powers of 100 individuals within its borders is a great idea.

I thought this photo underscored the tension between peaceful idealism and violent reality highlighted in his speech.

Why Barack?

I think I’m depressed.  I find myself longing for a time when the Vice President actually controlled the President.

Why Tiger?

It’s a weird moment for race in the media.  One day I put a picture of Tiger Woods and his wife up on this site to refute the reasonings of an idiotic Louisiana justice that refused to marry an interracial couple. Then he’s everywhere suspected of infidelity and believed to have been attacked by his wife.

A few weeks ago I was groaning when I saw the trailer for The Blind Side, thinking, “C’mon, really? Another film where whites become saviors to a poor black person? Hasn’t this time passed?” Then I read yesterday that it’s taking off in, what I’m sure I’m unfairly calling, Palin Country.  (Yes, I’m getting cantankerous, and, no, I haven’t seen the film.  It may be wonderful, but the trailer really pushed my buttons and the media coverage hasn’t helped.  This is a critique of the media and marketing, with a jaundiced eye looking at those buying the campaign not the film.)

Then there’s, Precious.  It sounds like a very interesting film, which I am compelled to see.  But the LA Times commentary intrigues me.

Is all this comfort food to a nation annoyed by our President?

Yes, I feel like I’m back in my college course, The Irritated Black Man, 101.

What do you think?

Naked Dream Revised

I dreamt last night that I arrived for a meeting and realized I hadn’t washed my hair before I left the house.  OK, I will head out in a disheveled manner fairly often in real life.  But in my dream it felt like being naked in grade school.  That’s got to be a “mulatto moment.”

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