My Opression
by Anne Loucks
I am glad that Obama was elected president. Now, people can pay attention to me. You see, as a woman, I always felt like the oppression of black folks took away from my own unfortunate plight. Now, nobody can say that black folks cannot get where they want to, as our lovely Barak Obama has become president. Admittedly, the Democrats could have offered up my dog as their presidential candidate and won.
My dog's campaign slogan would have been "Free bacon for everyone." Based on our current economy, I expect such a mantra would have taken any candidate straight to the oval office. Of course, there has not yet been either a canine or human female president of the United States, which enables me to act as oppressed as I like.
Woe is me, for none of my real role models have ever done something worthwhile, like be head politician of the United States. Wait. Perhaps it is an expression of good that no woman has ever been president. I mean, Douglass Adams said it quite well, "Those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it... anyone who is capable of getting themselves made president should, on no account, be allowed to do the job." A fine and probably accurate notion. Unfortunately it has no good solution.
By that view, even Hillary wants to be the evil oppressor, just as Bush was, and Obama is. Oh I figure our presidents all mean well. I doubt anybody gets up in the morning and says "It's time to do evil today." Of course, the evil still gets done, usually in the name of good. Even the most terrible dictators generally mean well for their people. This is the scariest part for me. Oppression is almost always done in the name of good.
Maybe the fact that we have never had a female president means that women are less likely to want to rule over others. Maybe this is truly a good thing. Damn, now I am feeling too superior to think of myself as oppressed.
