Dear SeNaTor OBAmA,

Peeped you on Oprah today. You are finer than hell and twice as smart. Your wife looks like a trip, though, like if you slip with her she'll cut you... ANYWAY, I was impressed by your vision, your comportment, your speech, as those in olden times would say. Like Oprah, I wonder if you'll be able to keep up your bright-eyed earnestness in Washington, the original political minefield. I wonder how long it will take for you to learn that the mafioso tactics of Karl Rove and others (and the resulting loss of true integrity) might be the only way you can survive. I wonder if a year from now, nah, 5 MONTHS from now, after having slogged along those trenches, you'll still convey the same fresh, jewel-like passion you exhibited today. But I'ma pray for you Barack, and in my prayer I'll also slip in a wish that your feet will never be revealed to have been made of clay, like so many Black men who have risen to higher heights then suddenly tumbled with singed, smelly wings to the surly ol' earth (who was that Fannie Mae dude again?). Don't fall for that cute intern, don't accept a drink you haven't seen poured, and don't be trying to take any trips from lobbyists or corporate guys, no matter how much you might want to see Morocco, or how much your constituents might need that factory. There are other ways of doing things (I think...). But maybe the last 4 years of Bushiness have made my ass too jaded, too aware of how quickly shit can go wrong. Somewhere inside of me, somewhere small (where it can't hurt so much) I'ma wish with the fervour of a 4-year-old that you, Sir, will be the one who is DIFFERENT.

euphie