Back at Soesterberg American High School, I had a fairly influential social studies teacher named Mr. Trantham, who we all affectionately called Mr. T.  Back then, I had larger, much more insane thirst for politics and international affairs, to the point where I’d go to the Base library and asked if they had any books on Thomas Sankara and the Burkina Faso revolution.  (The answer was: Who?  And What?).  Mr. T, when talking about political elections, covered “The Honeymoon.”  Here’s a paraphrase:

You fall in love with somebody.  You think your a perfect match.  In fact, you can’t get over the fact that you’re seeing them naked an awful lot, and it makes you giddy.  Then, after awhile, the petty annoyances happen.  You realize that the way they beat their fork against the plate, while eating eggs, bothers you, or that they punctuate their end of their phrases with, Rock on! And, you realize that yes, you have indeed married a flawed human being, and they’re not as awesome as you originally thought.

And, that’s the twist.  Obama is a human being, not the savior of the human race.  And, even though I voted for him, he’s going to do a lot of things that piss me off, like nominate Hillary Clinton for Secretary of State over Bill Richardson.   Actually, that’s sitting with me a little better than Pastor Rick Warren giving the inaugeral invocation.  I never liked Obama’s stand on Gay Marriage to begin with.  (If the Constitution says, “Equal Opportunity Under the Law,” that means full enfranchisement for Gay, Lesbians,  and Transgendered — which means, state recognized marriage, not “Civil Unions.”)   Being pals with a guy like Rick Warren is a tacit endorsement of his values.

So, if I return to (like it’s a coincidence!) the wedding metaphor, it does fit the political honeymoon idea.  Anybody who’s been in a committed relationship with somebody else has never trully loved or even liked 100% of that person’s extended friends and family.  You still like them, but your find yourself going, “Um… Your father is really annoying, sometimes…”  That’s how I see Rick Warren.

I don’t like it.  And I never liked Obama’s position on civil rights for the GLBT community.  That said, I’m still glad he’s going to be president, and not John McCain.  Politics, like relationships in general, is much more nuanced than a love/hate, black/white, good/evil relationship