National holiday for President-Elect Barack Obama

And I bet you thought “Office of the President-Elect” was rich.

Every time I hear one absurdity I think it can’t get any more ridiculous. “What will they think of next?” I ask myself. And yet they always manage to outdo themselves. Via Michelle Malkin, to wit:

Plans are being made to promote a national holiday for Barack Obama, who will become the nation’s 44th president when he takes the oath of office Jan. 20.

“Yes We Can” planning rallies will be at 7 a.m. and 7 p.m. every Tuesday at the downtown McDonald’s restaurant, 1100 Kansas Ave., until Jan. 13. The goals are to secure a national holiday in Obama’s honor, to organize celebrations around his inauguration and to celebrate the 200th birthday of President Abraham Lincoln, who was born on Feb. 12 1809.

At 7:30 a.m. on Inauguration Day, Obama Cake will be served at the downtown McDonald’s, and a celebration is scheduled for 8 p.m. to midnight Jan. 20 at the Ramada Hotel and Convention Center, 420 S.E. 6th.

For more information, contact Sonny Scroggins, (785) 232-3761, 845-6148 or at biasbustersofkansas@yahoo.com; Lamont Lassiter, McDonald’s general manager, 608-2739; Ava Chander-Beard, (785) 234-9138, ava.beard@sbcglobal.net; or Rhoda Carr, (785) 220-5883.

So what’s next, then? It will be a national holiday and we all have to go do some community service in the spirit of unity? We’ll all have to contribute various foodstuffs and picnic supplies for a giant, block potluck? Should I start anticipating the enormous murals and paintings of him (a la Ruhollah Khomeini) at intersections and on the sides of buildings? And when do we stop throwing newspapers that might have his name printed on them into such filthy receptacles as recycling or trash bins? (God Obama help me if the acolytes ever find out I used them to clean my windows.) Will there be a new, national religion in which canonisation means no less than twelve pilgramages a year to his shrine–long before he ever dies? Hell, if they can make a holiday for a president before he ever becomes one, why wait until he dies for the memorials?

Not to mention seeing his face in the wood on a park fence or tears dripping from the eyes of one of his millions of soon-to-be statues. (Wonder if they can be made to weep before they are created?) In fact, I’m waiting for the sightings to start and will be busy tonight trying to accurately predict which geographical locale will be lucky enough to be the first to experience the phenomenon.

You know what is perhaps the most interesting part of all? That despite this possibly being a prank, it’s so believable! And the idea has had its defenders.

Where and when will this insane, obsessive, cultish and hyperventilating worship of this man, who has yet done nothing for the United States, end? We’ll be taxed to fund the massive de-programming efforts, I’m sure, but by that time I will probably be so grateful the national nightmare is over that I’ll be canvassing for contributions myself.

In the meantime, American Pundit wants to know if everyone has practiced their goose-stepping. I guess for the parades.