When it comes to Barack Obama, I’m sorry to say I have it on good authority, (my Dad) that the Democratic Party’s ship of state, the U.S.S. Messiah may be springing leaks; that the cruise to the White House, the Obama campaign boat,is apparently running into some choppy waters. We thought he could almost walk on water, now his campaign may be sinking.
To begin with, he’s been unable to quell the investigation into his Muslim background.
Actually, it doesn’t really bug me that he’s stonewalling the investigation into his admittedly Islamic religious roots.
It doesn’t even upset me that Barack can’t seem to set aside basic questions about his candidacy, like whether Obama is the real deal or just a compilation of smoke and mirrors that,like fog, has almost no substance behind it.
But political storm clouds are on the horizon. To wit; some of the mainstream media, the engine room powering his run for glory, lubricating his journey to the promised land, are now starting to question whether he’s capable of handling the most important job in the world. Would a President Barack Obama be a man in an ocean of politics and world crises way over his head?
An admittedly ardent, outspoken Obama supporter, hate to say, but a sea of doubt is starting seep into my heretofore strong, sometimes bellicose desire to see the good Senator elected.
My doubt isn’t really caused by the fact, as my father says, he’ll send capital gains taxes, even taxes on private home sales through the roof. Or that he’s pledged to decimate the armed forces and surrender in Iraq as the way to refill the national Bush-drained coffers. Not to mention scrap the nuclear defense shield just when it’s becoming operational.
I’m not going south on Barack because of the fact that his religious adviser and mentor, the Reverend Wright, Sunday after Sunday, berated the United States, while spewing anti-white, anti-female, anti-Hillary rhetoric like a venomous machine gun mowing down the enemy.
Or because his campaign is reported to be in the initial stages of enacting into law a comprehensive program to give “sizable” reparations to direct descendants ( or those willing to sign an affidavit that they’re of African descent)of slaves.
No, none of these issues are the lynch pin that holds my loyalty to Barack and the beautiful Michelle.
The truth be known, I have a problem with his VP pick. Frankly, I wanted him to pick Hillary for VP. Hillary, who’s intelligent, experienced and knowledgeable beyond belief. Hillary who received more popular votes than Barack, and has pledged her support for middle America blue collar values, a strong economy, and especially, women’s rights.
Instead, Barack is picking John Kerry who is documented to have lied when running for President like a drunker sailor. Who never spent (“seared into me like a branding iron”) Christmas in Cambodia, never threw his medals over onto the White House lawn as he publicly stated, never was sorry for causing POW’s to be beaten as a result of his claims before congress that the U.S. military was “cutting off heads, butchering children, raping the Vietnamese countryside and torturing innocent civilians.”
John Kerry’s VP selection is why my support for the Democratic-primary-voter-anointed Barack Obama and beautiful first lady, Michelle, is ever so slowly starting to erode like the shoreline; crumble like a stale cookie, evaporate like water under the glare of bright sunlight,–oh forget the metaphors, Barack is starting to make me feel queasy. I mean, I can no longer say with 99% certainty that Barack’s candidacy passes the smell test.
Let’s face it, you and I both know his conversion to Christianity was a Chicago political charade. The guy disavowed his Indonesian Muslim upbringing, called the woman who raised him a “typical” white woman, said he could no more disavow his relationship with Reverend Wright than he could disavow his cultural and religious upbringing; the both of which he later did.
I’m rambling now, I know, but look, he sat in church at Trinity for twenty years listening to Wright’s hate-America-First speech. Then said he didn’t remember hearing it, then said he did. Then said Reverend Wright “wasn’t the man I knew.”
Well, I’m thinking Barack Obama isn’t the man that we, rabid Obama supporters, thought all summer was the right one for the biggest job in the world.
I’m starting to think the only kind of change Barack can be counted on to deliver on is the one involving his mind.
I’m starting to believe that the man we fawned and fainted over during breathtaking speeches was in the final result, not solid as a rock, but a product of smoke and mirrors.
I’m starting to become convinced that Barack Obama is on a collision course with a veritable freight train whose cars are filled with duty, honor and country.
John McCain.
A true American hero. And now they’re colliding, I’m afraid Barack’s election hopes are being knocked right off the track.
Fact is, Americans everywhere are starting to rise up and wise up. And realize for darn sure that Barack Obama is, was and always will be, as they say in the fight game in Chitown, just another wannabe; simply a little man with big designs who folks finally see for what he is.
Just another bum from the neighborhood.
