President Barack Obama, in essence, is the trash talking guy on the other football team who shoots off his
mouth before the big game, and on the opening kickoff gets overrun by bigger, stronger, smarter players. When the dust
settles, Obama reminds me of the cartoon character that literally gets peeled off the turf.
The brown eyed, ego as big as ears, handsome man, like the Japanese in WWII pulled off a bit of a sneak attack on the
American people. We thought it about time that an African American was elected President. He spoke of change, but not the kind
out of the Saul Alinsky playbook.
Attacking free enterprise. Gaining control of the means of production like General Motors. Castigating bankers (a subtle attack on
Jews), naming a Sotomayor bigot (“white males are inherently inferior”) to the Supreme Court, calling one of the best
fairest police officers in the country a stupid white man for arresting one of Barack’s bosom Harvard buddies who’s
more racist than even the racist words that came flowing out of his fetid mouth that fateful night. Dropping the Black Panther
voter intimidation open and shut case. Ending the term, terrorist. Substituting for it, man made disasters. Shoving ObamaCare
down very resistant American throats. Calling 60 year old Town Hall opposers of ObamaCare unpatriotic and Nazis, almost in the
same putrid breath. Promising transparency and then delivering anything but. Promising no earmarks and then signing bills with thousands of
them worth millions of dollars going straight to Obama supporters. Et cetera. Et cetera. Get the picture, Obama, you’ve made a mess out
of things. You can blame Bush till the cows come on, bug it’s flabbergasting what a terrible President you’ve been in just 12 short months.
So now, if Brown wins, Obama threatens to play hardball. Well, I think Obama has balls of mush. He bows and curtsies to our
sworn enemies. Apologizes to every third rate tyrant who’ll listen. Gets the Nobel Prize for having socialist pulse.
Bad news, Obama, (how shall I say it?) “the jig is up. Your colors are not red, white and blue. You’re cover has been blown. We’re gonna get rid of you, the
sooner, the better. And the Coatlady, Martha is just the start.
Who was Obama, someone may honestly inquire?
Obama was the bully down the street. Obama was the guy with the story. The great set of empty words that sounded good, but have hit a million sour notes. Great speeches. Ill grant you that. But no backbone to back it up. The teleprompter kid.
Obama, you surrounded yourself with self processed communists Czars and Nambla fans (van “the can” johnson and Kevin Jennings). You sang the praises of your domestic terrorist
buddy, Bill Ayers. And you hunh around for 20 years with a American hating preacher; then threw him under the bus when
Wright’s idiot idiology threatened to harm your approval rating.
Which I might add has turned like a worm into the largest disapproval rating of any President a year into his disgraceful administration.
Obama, your mask is removed. Your act has worn thin. Your hatred for anything that smacks traditionally American, like self reliance,
free enterprise, a strong military has been exposed. We don’t have spies. Your actions tell us you were at best a bad mistake and at worst
an intentional destroyer of every ideal this nation was founded upon.
These words, Mr. President are the equivalent of a pie in the face. Nobody dances to your song anymore. We no longer march to your drum beat. Your brilliant speeches only move us to loathe you more and more. You are not just un-American. You’re anti-American. If, when you took the oath of office a lie detector was attached to your small frame, the needle would have been wobbling like a man on a fuzzy tree.
The tree metaphor is appropriate, sir, because your extreme left turn since taking office has left you and your cohorts way, way out on a limb. Philosophicall, you’ve got more in common with the folks in Red Square than the chess players at Washington Square Park.
Politically, you and your supporters are canoeing upstream without a paddle. Mr. President, the country that voting you and your friends in is in the process of voting you, as Ralph Cramden would say, to the moon. The whole kit and caboodle of you.
Your lies, one on top of another, after 12 months, are unacceptable. In fact, in this short span of time, you must have accumulated enough
Frequent Liar Miles to fly 10,000 times around the world, non-stop.
Bottom line, your like the guy in the cement foxhole that’s impregnable to normal shelling. Somebody’s gonna have to metaphorically lob a satchel of high explosive truth into your hole that explodes all the lies, myths and inartfully stated nonsense that have oozed come out of pie holes like yours these 12 horrible, disgraceful months you’ve been in power.
President Obama, buddy, it doesn’t matter what brave words you concoct. Or how much conviction you put in those words. The only conviction you can look forward to is the legal kind.
Sir, the bully brave front doesn’t wash anymore. Your bold socialist plans, no matter how “clearly packaged” now have the limp wristed impact of a feather in a blizzard. All your dreams and unspoken schemes are like dust in the wind. Yes, how things change.
Many, many people thought they were electing a great statesman from Chicago. Little did they know what we all are finding out.
That you were never more than a little man in the right place at the right time. A man sans character. Sans loyalty to America. A man
who recited the oath that January day, and never meant a word of it.
Who is Barack Obama?
We now know. Just another bum from the neighborhood.
