To: epicure who wrote (207876 ) 11/7/2012 9:51:06 PM From: Sultan Respond to of 543005 How Canada Made Me An Obama Lover Rachel Sklar The year was 1980. I was seven. It was a Wednesday, I know now -- actually, a particular Wednesday, November 5, 1980 -- and as I bounded downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast, my brother stopped me at the door. "Who's the president of the United States?" he asked, testing me in that older brother way. "Jimmy Carter!" I shouted, in that smug younger-sister way. "WRONG!" he yelled, brandishing the front page of the Globe and Mail . "It's Ronald Reagan!" Well I had never heard of Ronald Reagan and I didn't like being wrong. So that was the end of my interest in American politics, for about 25 years. I remember tuning into President Clinton's inauguration while I was at Western -- Barbra Streisand was singing , after all -- but for me, politics was local, like student council elections or whether my friends really "forgot" to call me before leaving for the party. I went to law school. Clinton was still president. I moved to New York. Clinton was still president. I visited a boy in D.C. and met him for tea at the Mayflower Hotel, and a bunch of photographers started taking photos of me. Clinton was still president (but barely). I was definitely aware of "the news" but while I may have known who, say, Katherine Harris was (the scary lady on the TV stealing the election ), that was pretty much my limit. I'm pleased to report that all that has changed. In the intervening years, a few scary things happened , and it behooved me to start paying attention. I left law, I joined the media, and, eventually, started actually knowing what the heck was going on. Whoo hoo! I rode the wave of the 24 hour news cycle through the 2008 election -- working for this publication, actually! -- and, four years later, can proudly tell you the difference between a McConnell and a McDonnell , how to pronounce "Boehner" and spell "Reince Priebus," and why HRC is a BFD . I can also tell you why I'd vote for Barack Obama. I can't actually vote for Barack Obama -- I'm from Canada and it's stamped on my passport as surely as on the way I say "out." But there is no being part of the great churning American media machine -- whether as a viewer, reader, listener, Tweeter, Instagrammer or random Canadian who somehow snuck her way on television -- without forming an opinion. Sometimes, it's even educated! As for me, the more educated I got, the more I came to realize that my support for the 44th President of the United States and his party actually has its roots well north of the border. Really, every reason I can think of to vote for Barack Obama I learned from Canada. In the language of my people, et voila: contd.. www.huffingtonpost.ca/rachel-sklar/obama-canada_b_2083699.html?utm_hp_ref=tw#slide=1726623