the funny little golden statuettes of that fellow, some long gone starlet's "uncle oscar", were passed around last night.
"... and the oscar (in more cases than we're accustomed to) goes to: britons, french and spaniards!.."
there is no surprise here. it is the end-result of that process called globality. america is, after all, the capital city of the world. whether they realize or not, or worse, whether they like it or not, that "vast piece of land between manhattan and california" also is a suburb of that global urb.
no, they mostly like it not - that is why they root for husein obama, who, they probably hope, will restore them to the good old insular years of ingrown power and prosperity, signified by ten ton, gas guzzling v-8 automobiles from detroit and john wayne movies from hollywood.
sorry, detroit is near dead and hollywood is california's windows on the world.
unfortunately therefore, though the guy is reallly nice, charming and even quaint, choosing obama for president, is the same as yelling:
"... and the oscar goes to: joooohn waaayne!.."