Today White House hopeful Barack Obama promised to shift our country's narrow-minded focus on Iraq to a deadly "terrorist sanctuary" in Pakistan. When he said it so forcefully, he folded his arms gently, as if to say "everything is going to be just fine" - and for a moment, you could tell that everyone in the room felt the same way. Something was in the air.

And in his forearms. Looking at them, it was clear to the audience that the Senator has been working out more. His chest looks firm, perhaps even ripped - and he seems to have more striated definition in his bouncy biceps. Being a religious man, I bet he does preacher curls. Three sets of ten - using only free weights. None of that Bowflex crap.

But let`s be clear: it`s not like he`s bursting his seams – he knows his limits – even if his potential is limitless. And I think we can all agree, it is.

But that`s not the only muscle Obama has been flexing lately. Earlier this week, he received a standing ovation at the annual NAACP convention, imploring that African Americans need to take more responsibility for their actions. When he took this stance, only one word came to mind: courage. Also, quads. You couldn`t help but notice how lean, but powerful they are.

Standing there, they seem to be looking you in the eye, and you could feel the strength emanating upwards from Obama's solid build – perhaps a mixture of strong calf and thigh muscles – bolstered by a natural coordination honed by playing tag with his lovely, vivacious daughters. Even the word "adorable" does not do them justice. Perhaps a word needs to be invented to describe something "more adorable than adorable," and then we can apply that to his daughters.

Until then, I think it's appropriate we do not bring them up at all.

But speaking of those angels, they must have been proud of their father, when he spoke to LA Raza, the advocacy group for Hispanic Americans last Sunday. There he boldly said that he once admired McCain, but now is disappointed that he abandoned his stance on immigration. You could hear a piñata drop- it was so quiet as Barack spoke, and the monastic atmosphere seemed to illuminate his hair, like a halo. His sensibly styled mane seems to have been graced with a touch of grey, not unlike a younger Morgan Freeman – giving him an air of wisdom extremely rare for a man of such a young age. It`s like he has all the experience of a John McCain, without the bitterness or wrinkles.

This is a guy you could definitely have a beer with. Or marry. Or cohabitate with, if you`re gay.

And if you disagree with me, you're probably racist.