Halloween and Hallo Obama

It was in the early evening, as the sun was going down for the day, the dust, which had been worn like a reminder of the recent cellar clear out, had just been washed from the pores. The white jumpsuit that had been bought especially for the occasion was taken from the sealed packet and donned with the usual efficiency. As he looked up from his shoe coverings he could see the flash of something black. It looked like a bat, but surely it was too early for such a creature of the night. There it was again but this time it could be seen clearly. It was covered in black PVC, the kind reserved for fetish parties. She had black cuffs that went around her slender arms, and a mask that protected her identity.

He put on his mask to conceal his identity also, and then both the mouse and the bat descended into reality disappearing into the night to fight crime and save the streets of Stockport, again.

Just another Halloween party for Claire and I, a very well dressed Bat Girl and a quite debonair looking Dangermouse. We were disappearing off to a house party where the only crime was that they had laid on food and I had just eaten.

We like a nice dress up. We always dread it at first but once we are in our costumes and take on the identity of the character we transcend in to their soul. For that night I was Dangermouse, the national treasure that I soon realised had not travelled as far as Italy, as he was unknown to some Italians at the party.

To be philosophical, perhaps we dress up to escape the monotony of our normal lives. We all like playing roles and there is something appealing about masking your real identity. Throughout the ages we have masked ourselves in attire that would add mystery and intrigue to the evening. The Halloween party of current times is just a reincarnation of a Venetian Ball. Or perhaps we just like dressing up to look like spanners once a year.

In the writing of this blog, history has been made. Finally the Americans have voted with their heads and they have now picked someone that they can hopefully be proud of. Obama certainly seems the real deal, not since Kennedy has anyone had the star quality, and in a country where this is important this is surely a good thing.
He talks about peace, and hope and a future. These have been alien themes for too long, and now maybe the world can begin to rebuild. Also, not since Kennedy has someone promised so much of these dreams and truly connected with the people of the most powerful country in the world. This can only be a good thing.

Still the American South are lost back in the Civil War, and the lines of segregation are very much those that ran along the Confederacy. Possibly because Obama is black, it was only 40 years ago that they weren’t allowed on buses, and maybe because the gun toting members of those communities still like war and other right wing pursuits.

But, thirdly and unfortunately another factor that could be the same between Obama and Kennedy is the assassination risk that he holds. Already there has been an attempt from a group of bungled Neo-Nazi’s, and now there must be a large number of sworn enemies of the president planning and concocting a death squad.

If history teaches us anything, it is that there is always a large section of society that does not embrace change, always a section that sees through the positive enthusiasm of a new way and cling to the old. There is always a business that was making money in the old way and will not in the new. These are the people that will try.

But as long as he stays away from Texas and doesn’t drive past any book depository, then hopefully the world can enjoy some much needed harmony.

However, in this time of jubilation, cast a thought to John McCain who has not only lost today, but also did not win over the people that a half brained idiot, half monkey, had managed to win over twice. It’s a strange world.