Obamastache

Friends,

I can't believe what I'm seeing in these below pictures (from Yahoo!). I now have a face for the abstraction of beauty. Behold:

Don't get it...well, check out this zoomed in version:

Oh.

My.

God.

OBAMASTACHE!

Barack Obama has a mustache! ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod! I can't believe this! Every part of me's a twitter. This is magnificent! You know the reports about all those momentum he has well, it's obvious why now. HE HAS A MUSTACHE!!!!!! Words just aren't coming. I just want to squeal and point and hop up and down. It's like finding out Santa Claus is real because he gave a ride to the Tooth Fairy to your house. This is like finding out Guinness makes you thinner, smarter and legitimately wittier. This is like a find the deep-fried cure for cancer.

Think of how inspirational he was before. How much hope and energy he had. How listening to him made you want to go out and change the world. Now, that same energy, that same verve, that same man has a mustache. A MUSTACHE! How can he be stopped? He is already the perfect candidate, and you add onto it unrivaled sexual appeal and a heightened man-aura? He is doing better among women now, so that's no surprise at all. What lady could stand a chance against such eloquence of speech and masculine of face?

It's just hard to process this information. I'm sitting here, knowing that this is what I wanted...and it's staring me right in the eyes...and I just want to applaud. I want to make a joyous noise and vote for Obama no matter what he's running for. Obama for President. Obama for Dogcatcher. Whatever you want me do to, sir, just lemme know.

The last Illinois politican who decided to grow whiskers made a good account for himself in the office, even if he had to deal with those no good rebels...and he didn't even grow a mustache. I just wonder how much longer will it be before Barack looks like this (image from theseminal.com):

Yes, we can, Barack. Yes, we motherfucking can.

VIVA OBAMASTACHE!!!!