Let’s face it, if discourtesy, meanness, nastiness, rudeness, hatefulness and, maybe, above all, ungraciousness would win the war on terrorism, America, with Obama at the helm, would be home free.
In point of fact, though, Obama not only doesn’t possess the qualities of moral courage and unbridled commitment capable of leading a country to wartime victory, but, instead of setting his sights on terrorists the world over out to destroy our way of life, Mister Obama has marshalled his forces and is waging a domestic, totally uncivil, civil war on a little less than half the country. People who don’t agree with him.
Sad but true. Obama views his real enemies as not the terrorists who vow to kill innocent Americans, but the innocent Americans themselves who exercise their God endowned, constitution given freedoms of speech and thought.
He isn’t targeting our country’s economic crisis; he’s no longer monitoring terrorist phone calls made within and without the United States. No.
He’s targeting Republicans and conservatives who refuse to jump on the Obama bandwagon.
Why else would he use his bully pulpit to excoriate a conservative radio host? “Don’t listen to him”, Barack exorts Republicans. “Either you’re with me or against me. “Don’t listen anyone behind a conservative microphone.” Apparently to the brown eyed handsome man the first ten amendments don’t apply if one refuses to apply to the Barack school of hero worship.
What a warped, misplaced sense of self Barack must have; “I am the end all and be all to correctness. Conservatives, if you don’t police your own ideas, my thought police be be knocking at your doors.” How can such a magnificently intelligent mind be so warped?
Friends, the bottom line. if you’re not a card carrying Obama fanatic, if you don’t toe the line, Barack is at war with you.
Unfortunately, under the direction of Rham, Dave Axelrod and hapless Harry Reid, Mister Obama is of the notion that, seeing as though the Republican Party is down and almost out, the thing to do now is to jam a hobnail boot on the proveribal neck of the Republican body politic until the great Obama hears the Party’s final last gasp.
What incredibly escapes many Americans is that this is no way to run a country. We’re based on a two party system, not a populace that kneels down the the feet of the ledo, kissing the brass ring he won that’s known as the Presidency of the United States.
So far I’ve talked about Barack’s intentions. Waging war on almost half the American electorate.
Here’s why he’ll fail. Here’s why the American electorate will one day join forces and figuratively hang Barack out to dry.
To begin with, his black cover will wear thin. The idea that if you attack Barack you’re a racist. Like a bold faced lie held up to the light of reason, it will one day lose its punch.
The fact that Barack is a verbal bully with the character of a paper lion will one day become clear as
high definition TV. The unamericanness of defining himself as right and anyone who disagrees as wrong will come into everyman’s focus.
In the end, actions speak louder than words. And, when cornered, the brown eyed handsome man is capable of being frozen in fear like a deer in headlights.
He can only say, “Let me make this clear” so many times. He can rely on a corrupt media for only so long. Being the first black President will not offer complete protection from naysayers forever.
One day the ethical pendulum will swing. One day when the bell tolls, not just Republicans and conservatives will hear it.
Barack is a western TV town that’s all facade and no substance. He’s the frontman of a backboneless Democratic Party.
He talks the talk, but one day, when he’s expected to walk the walk, he’ll stumble and fall right on his pretty face.
Barack is Winston Churchill, without the Sword and Juno; with no victorious battle of Britain. Barack is Hitler with no September 1, 1939. Barack is George Washington with no crossing of the Delaware. He’s Davey Crockett with no valiant defense of the Alamo. He’s Joe Namath without the arm. Tiger Woods without the swing.
Barack is a hybrid wordsmith and verbal bully who can’t believe so many people fail to realize that his “let me make this clear” rhetoric is simply that; rhetoric.
He’s a paper tiger posessing an uncanny ability to roar like a lion; deliver the kind of beautifully crafted, highly persuasive speeches that has an army of psychofants including the mainstream media jumping up and down with glee like schoolgirls with front row seats on August 15, 1965 at Shea Stadium.
B. Obaman has the charisma of a Beatle and the ego of Donald Trump. He is like a good actor who landed the role of President of the United States. But when his closest advisors talk about him on the golf course, it becomes very clear that they, too, realize Barack is just playing a part. He’s a great magician’s illusion.
However, the ability to pull the wool over 54% of the voting public’s eyes does not a President make.
For someday the rubber will meet the road. Things will get sandpaper tough. When decisive action and nothing less is needed, the house of cards that is Barack Obama will fold like one. The facade that is Barack Obama will fall like a blind roofer.
One day, my friends, when action is needed, when mere words no longer suffice, and Barack is frozen like a floodlit deer, he’ll sit on his stool in his frightened corner of the world, like a February 25, 1964, Ali-beaten Sonny Liston complaining an aching backbone is the reason he can’t get up.
That’s when the lemming-like rats aboard the USS Obama will start jumping ship, and the hapless, spineless Barack will busy himself rearranging the proverbial deck chairs on the Titanic. And, like you can’t find a grown up hippie these days who’ll admit to spitting on a GI in an airport who just got home from the Vietnam war, in time no one will admit to being mesmerized by the Obama spell. The psychofants will crawl into their Hollywood, New York, metropolitan holes, never to be heard from again.
Ladies and gentlemen, Barack Obama lives in a world where words always speak louder than actions. The problem with that belief is that sometimes tyrants and terrorists are often deaf when it comes to words; only understand something as compelling as the tip of a bayonet.
If great speeches could win the war on terrorism, America would be home free. If Obama truly believes that making war on Republicans and conservatives is the way to final victory, the only victory Sir Obama will ever taste will be a pyrric one.
Great men are destined to accomplish great things. File the Obama administration, hatefilled, humorless and graciousness challenged as it is under D. Not for Democratic. D as in doomed.
To defeat.
