What you see here is the remarkably beautiful Kalias Mariposas butterfly. This particular specimen is native to my home state of Indiana, the most lovely of all the colonies. You might notice that Kalia, who is also my beloved niece, is the same color of butterfly as Barack Obama, and for the same reason: because she has parents of different races, and she is being raised by a single mother and her grandparents (my sister, Melinda, of whom you might have heard, and Wayne, who is too nice for her). Kalia’s mother, like Barack Obama’s, is raising her child while studying to be a nurse, and is nonetheless one of the best and most patient mothers I’ve ever seen. One of the things Abby says to her daughter is that she can be anything she wants to be, because this is America. Isn’t it interesting that we could have a President whose mother said the same thing to him, and Kalia might grow up seeing a President who looks like her? I wish for that with all my heart, because of course I want to watch Obama change things at the national and the global level – and he will – and I also selfishly want Kalia to believe nothing is out of reach for her, as Obama wants his own daughters to believe.
And as far as McCain’s VP choice? I will be kind and merely say that it appears she has named her seventeen children after car parts, and she is an absolute nutbucket. And if he thinks he’s fooling anyone by choosing a loony, anti-abortionist, pro-oil-drilling woman whose youngest child is not yet a year old, and who has Downs Syndrome besides (and so might need, I don’t know, some attention, as all babies do?), it’s not just his age showing. It’s the years he spent in a cage, being tortured by the gay Viet Cong. Because no one in America is going to look at that old man and think, “Yes, he’ll die in office, and then we’ll have HER!!! YAY!!” We’re not idiots, you nasty old wife-beating patriot, you. Come on, McCain – lose your temper REAL GOOD for the American people, and do it on camera, as you did with the female reporter from The Times. Show everyone what you’re made of, and make sure you ALWAYS direct that rage at women, so every voter can see what a dangerous, lying, hypocritical mask-wearing villain you really are. In fact, let it rip on Susan or Sarah Life-Begins-At-Conception-and-The-Extinction-of-Endangered-Species-Begins-At-Home Palin. In fact, call her the dreaded ‘C’ word, as you did your wife, and see what a womb is REALLY capable of.
You know, Nabokov was an expert on butterflies.