Somebody Still Loves You Barack Obama

When my nationality is inquired about,  usually within seconds of my response, "Obama!!" is gleefully shouted.  For a country that loves to hate its own politicians, it is pretty infatuated with my own president.  This love emerges without consideration of who Barack Obama is as president. 

It's kind of refreshing to be away from the disillusioned disappointment of Obama's supporters and vitriolic hatred of his haters. Here Obama is more of an ethereal figure--a man who doesn't have to stand for what he does,  but is admired simply for his eloquent movement  into a realm of power and prestige.  

Here he joins the ranks of rappers with admirable haircuts. 

And his message of hope and change is not used to amplify grand policies such as national health care, but rather it is all that is needed (alongside a toothbrush) to encourage healthy teeth and gums. 

Here, he even has his own cheer leading squad. 

 And boys deck out in the "Obama Tuxedo"

Where a jersey is best accompanied by embroidered jeans

So, regardless that back in the USA where Obama is greying crazily fast and looking dour and mournful as he tries to salvage the pre-presidential legacy that gave him the opportunity to gain a presidential legacy, here he is a man that is likeable enough that he sells cheap, yet comforting biscuits called Obama Biscuits.   It's a lot easier to digest this Obama.