I'm exhausted. My wife, far more exhausted, is in the hospital, resting healthfully and happily after giving birth to our first child, a daughter.
And guess what? We produced a "mutt." Half Zoroastrian Parsi Indian, half New York/European Jew.
I know this diary is short, but the ecstatic sensation of child birth is swimming in my head, and making it difficult to think or make sense. But I'll try, so bear with me.
We now live in a nation defined from top to bottom and bottom to top—in the wonderful and colorful vernacular of our new president—as "Mutt Nation." It has made us what we are as a nation and the multitudes of mutts are what will propel us into a better future.
Long live Mutt Nation. Long live Barack Obama. Long live my daughter, the adorable mutt that she is.