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November 05, 2008



As a kid in the 60s (dude!) I remember that one of the persistent tropes (lit devices) of leftist comedians and satirists was imagining (in "the future") the utter improbability of America's first black president: generally they all revolved around visions of seriously afro topped funky brothers occupying a White House filled with blaring soul music and pop culture hipness tokens (strangely, in retrospect, these faux-cool visions seem to be weird counter-reflections of the kind of paranoid racist fantasies encountered in post-Reconstruction Dixie visions of black-dominated politics--but oh well, it was probably meant to be "with it").
OK, "The future" has arrived and it looks nothing like the 60s ever concieved of. But it did arrive. In our lifetime. Worth taking a minute and contemplating. And celebrating.
And just for fun, here's a post-Obama party game for us all: take a moment and speculate exactly what George Wallace, Lester Maddox and Jefferson Davis are all doing right now in the afterlife! (Hint: it involves rotating hypersonically!)

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