As someone who is both Hungarian and American, I’m frequently asked by people over here in Europe as to who I support in the US presidential race. Why it’s called a race, and not a slow limp with one leg in a cast and two crutches under the arms as people throw buckets of money at the participants in a fashion that makes ticker-tape parades seem anti-littering in comparison, I don’t know. Nonetheless, when pressed with this question, I always answer that I support Peach. Some people get what I’m saying, but most give me the same blank look as war supporters when pressed with the question of what actually has been gained by invading Iraq.
By Peach, and please note, I capitalize the P, I mean none other than Barack. My Hungarian friends are probably already thinking how lame of a joke this is, and I’m not about to disagree with them. Still, the word “barack” is the Hungarian word for peach, and that’s reason enough I figure. Right?
Well, actually, it’s not. Honestly, I think Barack represents the greatest amount of change out of the three remaining contenders, and given the past 7+ years, the greater the change, the better. If elected, hopefully he’ll do much better than Sárközy Sarkozy. I still find it funny that I can pronounce the French president’s last name more correctly than the nation that elected him.
Although, for the record, I must admit, I prefer nectarines over peaches.