Seriously. Obama isn't too bad a guy. He's funny. Intelligent. He's got cute kids. Nice guy, nice guy.
But come on, people. The ridiculous head-over-heels reaction that most people have of this guy just makes me want to throw up. He's just a man. There is nothing particularly great about him. If you continue to build him up like some kind of god, what are you going to do to him when he falls incredibly short of your hopes and dreams?
Obama-fanatics are worse than Obama. Like I said, I like the guy. I'm glad it's him and not John McCain, because we have a Demo. congress, and there would be a stalemate between them and nothing would get done. Obama is going to move stuff around, big time. Whether or not that will be a good thing, the pessismist in me reigns on this one, but at least something is happening.
I worry about the whack-job 'bama-worshippers who go into some psychotic frenzy when the man flicks an eyelash off his cheek- seriously. Please. This is not Leonardo DiCaprio. This is not the freakin' Jonas Brothers. This is a freshman senator who just happened to win the presidency, albeit on some lofty promises and "hope" brainwashing that he has already gone back on, but we'll let him slide on that one because, well, we're in a depression. That's right, I used the D word. Not the R word.
So, Obama, this is my message for you- I hope you do well. The conspiracy nut within me eyes you with suspicion, but I will trust God and His decision to make you the leader of this land- by true means or by conspiracy-adled shifty ones. You are the president, my president. This is my country and I love her. I refuse to see you as anything but the president. You are not some kind of glorified messiah, heck, you aren't even the "first black president" in my eyes. You are a man with a big, big, big job. The color of your skin matters to me about as much as the size of your...shoe. Your pigment is not making the decisions about Iraq or the economy. Your brain is. I respect your brain.
And I will give you props for your first day. Meeting with the generals and talking about an actual timeline of getting out of Iraq. Let's hope you bring the boys home and not send them over to Iran or something. So, I don't trust you, Obama, but I will look upon your decisions with the smallest glimmer of hope, clutching my Bible, ready to test your actions against the Truth within it.
May God bless you, and may you bless Him in return, Mr. President.
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Interesting I said "bring the boys home from Iraq and not send them to Iran or something"- and what happens? Well, they're not going to Iran, but Afghanistan. Wow. Same difference. Come on Obama. BRING THEM HOME. And not to police American streets either. That would stink.
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