The Man Who Would Be God
by Burt Prelutsky
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A while back, I heard Obama bragging about his first few months in the White House. When he claimed he had done as much in that period as any president in history, my initial thought was for the first time in his life he was being modest. Frankly, I think he's done more, much more, and I only wish that some of it had been good for America.
He's taken over car companies, banks and lending institutions. He's printed so much currency that he's the envy of counterfeiters and con men everywhere. He's buried the nation in so much debt that children born 40 years down the road will be greeted with a slap on the butt and a lien on future earnings. For good measure, the Community Organizer in Chief has created more czars than the Romanovs.
Still, we're told, a majority of Americans like Obama. That would absolutely confound me if I weren't already aware that a lot of people think David Letterman, Jon Stewart and Bill Maher are funny.
But liberals are always, in the words of the Siamese king, a puzzlement.
One of the things that annoy me the most about Obama is how easily he lies. One of the things that annoy me about the media is the way they enable him to get away with it.
For instance, when he jammed through the trillion-dollar pork pie, he claimed it was so urgently needed he couldn't spare the legislators even 48 hours to plow through the 1,100 pages. However, once they passed the bill, Obama waited four days before flying off to Denver to sign it.
Lately, there's been a video making the rounds on the Internet showing one of Obama's female bureaucrats being grilled by a congressional committee that was trying to find out where a couple of trillion dollars might have gone missing. I almost felt sorry for the lady as she shuffled her papers around, as if the money might be hiding between the pages. After six or seven minutes of this hilarious but chilling charade, I fully expected her to say her dog ate it.
A second lie that recently went unquestioned by the media was Obama's claim that he had only given President Sarkozy short shrift when he was in France because it was essential that he get back to the Oval Office and make those tough decisions that only he can make. And, sure enough, it turned out that within an hour of his return to Washington, he was on the golf course, making one of those gut-wrenching executive decisions deciding whether to use a putter or a sand wedge from the edge of a bunker.
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You've not to give Obama credit. He thrives on believing himself to be a god. He preens. He prances. He postures. And surely, he's found his niche. He is prepared for his role since he is a narcissist and so wholeheartedly believes that the ultimate test of what is good, is what is good for him regardless of the office he holds. And being a sociopath, he has no compunctions regarding any actions he might decide to take. Of course, he's more complicated than that. His staccato delivery indicates his neurological problems. Things just don't flow. And his psychosis, even though he remains ambulatory, convinces him of his "hem of the garment" powers. Nutty is as nutty does. Lie. Lie. Lie. And his gullible sycophantic followers adulate his every word. Why he ever arouses emotions of media members such as Chris Matthews, who feels "a tingle" run up and down his leg when he sees Obama. Just curious. Is Chris Matthews straight? Is it a sexual thing?
