Garrison Keillor is the shizznit.

Sitting on top of the world
by Garrison Keillor
November 12, 2008

Be happy, dear hearts, and allow yourselves a few more
weeks of quiet exultation. It isn't gloating, it's
satisfaction at a job well done. He was a superb candidate,
serious, professorial but with a flashing grin and a
buoyancy that comes from working out in the gym every
morning. He spoke in a genuine voice, not senatorial at all.
He relished campaigning. He accepted adulation gracefully.
He brandished his sword against his opponents without
mocking or belittling them. He was elegant, unaffected,
utterly American, and now (Wow) suddenly America is cool.
Chicago is cool. Chicago!!!

We threw the dice and we won the jackpot and elected a
black guy with a Harvard degree, the middle name Hussein and
a sense of humor—he said, "I've got relatives who
look like Bernie Mac, and I've got relatives who look
like Margaret Thatcher."

The French junior minister for human rights said, "On
this morning, we all want to be American so we can take a
bite of this dream unfolding before our eyes." When was
the last time you heard someone from France say they wanted
to be American and take a bite of something of ours? Ponder
that for a moment.

The world expects us to elect pompous yahoos, and instead
we have us a 47-year-old prince from the prairie who
cheerfully ran the race, and when his opponents threw sand
at him, he just smiled back. He'll be the first
president in history to look really good making a jump shot.
He loves his classy wife and his sweet little daughters. At
the same time, he knows pop music, American lit and
constitutional law. I just can't imagine anybody cooler.

It feels good to be cool, and all of us can share in that,
even sour old right-wingers and embittered blottoheads. Next
time you fly to Heathrow and hand your passport to the man
with the badge, he's going to see " United States
of America" and look up and grin. Even if you worship
in the church of Fox, everyone you meet overseas is going to
ask you about Obama, and you may as well say you voted for
him because, my friends, he is your line of credit over
there. No need anymore to try to look Canadian.