Writing in isolation is a fiction writer’s privilege. But it is difficult to remain in such splendid isolation when the world’s most powerful nation today (so far, at least) is going to choose the world’s most powerful person, the American President.
Media in Singapore, Malaysia and India (all three of which I follow) has extensive coverage about the elections…everyone knows this election is going to affect people all over the world, but obviously, only the Americans get to vote.
No matter how they started out, Obama, with his campaign for change, and McCain with his promise for a clean campaign, none has really taken the high road, both have doctored and are still doctoring facts to show how the other side is bad, and their own side is good.
Politicians and promises are usually a bad mix, but that is what elections are all about. If I were an American, I sure would have been undecided even now. I don’t envy their lot….these people who have to literally decide their future, given the pall of economic crisis over the country, and indeed over the world.
I would’ve perhaps voted Obama, possibly because he is more straight-talking, less war mongering, more collected, and more open to discussion. And of course, because he doesn’t have Palin for vice-president. I’m not sure, even as a non-American, whether she’s a great choice for a role that could one day entail taking over as the President of the U.S.
I’ve been watching the debates, sometimes despite myself, and I’m hoping that come tomorrow, the Better Man wins. Not the one with the better promises, or the better experience, but the man with Better Intentions, and to say the truth, despite following the U.S. elections since the nominees were chosen, I still can’t really decide WHO that is.
Best of luck, America, and best of luck, world……!