To cleanse your palette of that vulgarity, here's some straight up inspiration.
This is why my heart trills for the man, and this is why my father dismisses him. He, my mother, and my uncle, all of them Clintonians, mocked me all weekend for being a naif. Obama, my father said, memorably, is the candidate of Unitarians, vegetarians, and college professors. He's a Hope-peddler! Maybe he's right. Still, how can you resist the call?