There are surely at least a couple of Americans out there who abominate, aghast with revulsion, the prospect of the spawn of interracial marriage as their president. As Barack Obama said in his first presser, he's a mutt, a mix, not hypo-allergenic and not safe for those with genetic disposition to reject, revile, denounce and despise the impure.

Most appropriately, our first non-pink president is not just a minority member of the body politic, but a cross, not just hyphenated but actually dual-nationality. He represents not just the ascension of the formerly lowly, but the apotheosis of the Unum out of our Pluribus. He is a Citizen of the World that happened to live in Chicago.

The dumb-getting-dumber in the Bible Belt (Racist Belt, Stupid Belt), the only areas of the country to shift more Republican, will be heard muttering about mongrelization of races, pollution of purity, and various Levitical injunctions against this or that practice. But they are being slowly, albeit thoroughly, encysted, surrounded by Blue America. Like a foreign object too deeply placed for expulsion, the political body is simply going to keep the racial scaredy-cats bottled up, safely tucked away, far from flashy big cities or important industries.

But the question remains: If Obama is Mutt, who's Jeff?