Nostradamus has no monopoly on the visions of the future.
I’ve had one myself.
Admittedly, it could be the result of that Taco Bell Grande I ate just before going to sleep the other night.
But who’s to say that Nostra-boy didn’t think outside the bun in his day?
Ergo, I offer up my lookie see at what’s around the bend.
January 2010.
Barack Obama has been President for one year. Assuming, God forbid, that some psychotic wack job trying to impress Halle Berry doesn’t take a shot at him, those who didn’t care for him still don’t care for him and those that believed him to be the answer to every prayer uttered have quietly gone back to living their lives as best they can, having realized that he is mere mortal, subject to the same challenges and setbacks faced by every guy who calls the Oval Office his nine to five.
Oprah is inconsolable, by the way.
Joe Biden manages to walk the razor thin line between dutiful lap dog VP and loose cannon, the former the result of his sincere desire to be a team player, the latter the result of his discovering, like LBJ did a long time ago, that knowing everybody in Washington on a first name basis guarantees squat when it comes to getting any thing done.
John McCain gets a six-figure advance on his memoirs, the seventh figure having fallen off the radar the previous November 4th when both Ohio and Florida decided to jump off the Straight Talk Express and on the Obama bandwagon. Somewhere around page 114, he will note with great irony that the politician he most identifies with is Al Gore.
Al’s albatross was nicknamed Slick Willie.
John’s albatross was nicknamed Dubya.
And Sarah Palin, having resigned as Governor of Alaska after deciding that politics wasn’t really where she wanted to be, gets the last and best laugh in retaliation for the interview that very likely began the fall of Palin’s star in the campaign by blowing away the competition and zooming to number one with…
The Evening News with Sarah Palin.
On the Fox News Channel.
Take that, Katie Couric
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