This is a short story penned by an acquaintance of mine as a response to the events in the 2008 primaries. I'll let you guys work out the metaphor for yourselves.
The Bowling Obamas
(Barack is a prominent senator. He has a wife, Michelle, and two young daughters, Sasha and Malia.)
Sasha: Daddy, let's go bowling!
(They're at a bowling alley. Barack stands around surveying the scene.)
Barack: (thinking to self) Act natural. Don't let them see how nervous you are. Just act natural...
Michelle: Barack, you can go first. I'm still lacing up the girls' shoes.
Barack: All right. What do I do?
Michelle: Just go ahead. Malia already set up the computer scoreboard. You'll be "POOP".
Barack: No, I mean, like, what do I do?
Michelle: You... it's- you just bowl. It's bowling.
(Barack stares blankly.)
Michelle: Haven't you bowled before?
(Barack shakes his head no.)
Michelle: What? Are you kidding me?
(Barack shakes his head no.)
Barack: Why? Is that weird?
Michelle: Well... I mean- Yeah. Yes. It's a little weird.
Malia: Daddy, you've never gone bowling?
Sasha: That's really weird, Daddy.
Barack: So what do I do?
Michelle: (sighing) You just take one of those bowling balls-
Barack: Hey, whoa. Terminology.
Michelle: Sorry. You take one of those big heavy balls over there-
Barack: (picking up a bowling ball) Like this?
Michelle: Yeah. Put your fingers in the little holes...
(He does so.)
Michelle: Good. Now you roll it toward the pi- uh, the white things at the end of the thing, and you try to knock as many of them down as you can.
(Barack looks down the lane at the bowling pins.)
Barack: I'm supposed to knock 'em all down?
Barack: (concentrating hard) All right. Here goes.
(He crouches, winds up, and sends the ball rolling down the lane in a perfect hook. It knocks down all the pins.)
Barack: This isn't so hard. Now I do it again?
Michelle: Actually, it's-
(He's already bowled another ball. It's another strike. People playing in the adjacent lanes notice and applaud.)
Barack: (picking up a third ball) So I'm bowling, right? This is bowling?
Michelle: Yes, Barack. You're bowling. Now give the girls a turn-
(His concentration unwavering, he bowls another strike. More people notice. A crowd starts to gather.)
Barack: Bowling. Bowling bowling bowling...
(He bowls a fourth strike. More onlookers applaud. Michelle sighs.)
(A while later: everyone in the bowling alley and the surrounding neighborhood has stopped what they're doing to come watch Barack bowl strike after strike. They're all cheering him on. Some of them are weeping with emotion.)
Barack: (eagerly watching a ball roll down the lane) Bowling bowling bowling bowling bowling bowling bowling bowling...
(The ball knocks down all the pins. Another strike.)
(The crowd cheers.)
Onlooker #1: Who is this guy?
Onlooker #2: I don't know. He looks familiar.
Barack: I'm not asking you to believe in my ability to bowl a strike. (Bowls a strike.) I'm asking you to believe in yours. (Bowls a strike.) By which I mean mine. (Bowls a strike.)
(The crowd cheers again, even louder. Sitting nearby, his family looks on.)
Sasha: (pouting, wiping away tears) I just wanted to bowl.
Malia: (sobbing into her mother's shoulder) Why won't he let us bowl?
(Michelle stares coldly at her husband as he bowls another strike.)
Michelle: Because he's special.
I think it's a fairly poignant commentary, but what are your thoughts on it? Some people in my area who've read it sort of think it's beating a dead horse, but maybe that holds true more in Canada than it does in the US.