Presidential Imperfection

And the problem is
We want the perfect President
But that's an impossible precedent
To push upon the President.

For there is no such thing as perfect people.
For if there were perfect people
They'd already been the President.

Actually, they'd the ruled the world a while ago.
And because their picture's perfect, we'd all be in chill mode.

'Cause they're perfect.
We wouldn't even have complaint,
'Cause complaints imply imperfect Presidents.

But perfection's impossible,
And a President can't present it,
Or precede it, or achieve it,
Yet we see it.

And that perfection that we wish to see
Is what drives to vote for a victory.

And it's a victory that will never be attained
Because picture perfect President can never be maintained.

The highest Bill is Clinton
And he wasn't perfect.
Bomb, bomb, bomb,
Someone had to die to keep us safe.

The highest Bill got top,
And almost got removed for that
Because he lied.
What an imperfect picture
Getting oral in the oval office,
Obviously moaning
From the pleasure of perfection
That the President's wife could not achieve.

So he couldn't do either.

And he might have been best... but.

The highest bill is Franklin aka Benjamin,
While the first one was Washington, and he's the least,
And the man that freed the blacks is a muthafucking penny

We are all equal,
Yet our value very different.
So if we are all equal,
We all gotta be perfect.
But we're not.

And yet, when we vote, we seek perfection,
Whether bought by the TV or your own little inspection,
You use to rights to hand rights over in a connection,
And we force a Perfect President to win a forced election.

But perfection doesn't exist,
And the election's arbitrary,
And the truth remains a ghost,
And the promises are fairy,
I mean very very very high hopes,
High apple pie in the skyyyy hopes.

And we believe it.

Because of the damage.

From the chaos of the quest of perfection.

But illusion is the only truly achieved precedent.
But perfection was never a quest for the President.

Obama and the Troops

In mid-October, Barrack Obama has said that the War in Iraq was done and that he's bringing the troop home.

Now, say what you want about what Obama may or may not have done during his term as President, but since I work in an airport, I can totally confirm that I have seen more soldiers returning home in the past few weeks than I have since I first started working there in June. 

Realize that I only work in one terminal in one airport in the US for (approximately) 8 hours a shift, and most of those 8 hours have me either in a restaurant or a dish room, so in the end, I only see but so much. But I have definitely been seeing at least three to four soldiers a week in a four to five day work week.

In other words, after years of a war that we probably didn't even need to enter (because... you know, the guy that took down our towers was in Afghanistan), our soldiers are finally, and definitely, coming home.

I know for some of us, it's a bit too late. I know that for some of us, late is not better than never because the war already took he or she whom was very precious to us already. 

Personally, I haven't lost anyone to the war, but I know friends who have lost friends in the war. Conspiracy theories aside, I think that those sacrifices have not gone in vain.

In any event, in some shape or form, this is a victory. And I just wanted to let you know that if there is one thing that Obama is doing right, he's definitely bringing our troops home.

Happy Veterans Day!