Change: Going…Going…Gone!

Barack Hussein Obama is our first affirmative action president, that’s about it when his “historic achievement” is concerned. There’s no politician in American history is more overrated than he is. While his resume is embarrassingly thin, his ambition and rhetoric are mind-bogglingly full-of-it and yet he was rarely called out on it and put in his real spot (and please spare me from the asinine Abe Lincoln’s comparison, that just because he was inexprienced and yet became an icon it would necessarily follow that BO would be the next Lincoln simply on the basis of INEXPERIENCE. We had an equal neophythe in Bush after all and where did it take us? And where is the comparison between the two?). Nobody dared to because he was “black” and criticizing him would be racist.

Had it not been because of the color of his skin, he wouldn’t have come near enough to be seriously considered as a presidential candidate, and much less winning the election. Someone like him with white or yellow skin or a different set of reproduction organs and the mounting questionable background and very little accomplishment under his belt, not to mention the half-baked policies lacking in details he proposed, would have been sneered at at a mere mention of wanting to run. But rules were changed and standard was lowered to accommodate a “first black president.” Screw a first female president, we can always wait for that or never, who the fuck cares?

The inauguration in this time of deep recession will cost $150 millions -borrowed from China-, the most in history (Bush’s was only $42.3 millions), the amount of which the US media is too embarrassed or timid to report and takes foreign press to say it as it is. Andi Martin says, “The Obamas are the most vulgar, uncouth nouveau riche family to ever occupy the White House. Our long national hangover is now beginning: we just don’t realize it yet.”

A combination of the superficial star-struck culture, white guilt and romanticism of “a first black president” allows someone like BHO to be where he is now: someone who based his entire candidacy on 2 memoirs, a beguiling narrative with little detail which is the only thing that is “known” about him (and even that’s not supported by comprehensive evidence), and the “anti-war” speech he made on 2004 deluding average Joes and Janes into thinking that he voted against the war (never mind that he wasn’t even in the senate then), the speech he had to reenact because it wasn’t on footage -yep there surely is a stench of reality TV, very befitting for a celebrity candidate who is famous for being famous. His rhetoric doesn’t match his achievements, and in fact contradicts his track records, and is borderline narcissistic. Yet with the outstanding corruption, cover-ups and a series of softball interviews -while the total oposite is reserved for his opponents- our nation has enabled this light-weight underachieving man, out of the blue, to be the most powerful man on the planet. Yet many Obots (what’s an Obot? Find the most elaborate definition(s) here) think how great a man he is, how “he won fair and square” for running a “brilliant campaign.” Not so fast, bozos, it wasn’t him who ran the campaign, it was the mainstream media with its tingled-up legs upon his mere radiantly divine presence.

If it was up to me, I won’t give that honorable title “First Arican-American Presdident in history” to him. No, please that reserve that special title to someone more deserving. A “true” and “real” African American, not the one who used that heritage to the max because he knew that was his ONLY pass to the White House, and looked down to his other heritage that raised him because it suit him to gloss over his blackness. The one who really earns that honorable spot in history. The one who really climbed from the ground and rose to an exalted position by merit and hard work, dedicating his life and efforts for the the people he represented. The one that hasn’t immersed himself with a throng of people of shady characters and the one who is not slick enough to actively participate in a corrupt system, fine tuned his snake-oil salesman skills to allow him a meteoric rise based on “politicking as usual” and the power of branding/marketing. Noam Chomsky didn’t blink when he flat out said that Obama is a brand name, there is a serious gap between Obama the brand and Obama the man. Simply put, Obama is a media creation. People fall in love with the Obama the brand. Obama the man doesn’t truly exist.

Obama Water: When drinking the koolaid is no longer a metaphor. Only $1.50 plus tax, just in time for the $150 million worth of inauguration. It comes in a handy size with Obama or he and his family on the bottles. Keep them and they might be worth thousands of dollars a piece 100 years for now.

BE KOOL, DRINK THE KOOLAID OBAMA WATER.

I love Obama like I love McDonald’s which is to say I don’t, at all (as if it’s not yet obvious ). Both are extremely popular, but neither has any substance. And neither is good for you.
Obama doesn’t deserve that title. So save it for someone who truly represents the fight and struggle of the African-American community. Someone who has actually done something for the African-American community.
He’s forced down our throat by the DNC and complicit media that forces a self-concocted narrative that is not sustained by any shred of evidence. A person who thinks he’s qualified to be president of the most powerful nation yet reserves himself the right to be the slightest least transparent about who he really was. When his existent minimal track records don’t speak very brightly about the content of his character and his adherence to codes of ethics as a public servant, it’s all buried and not discussed by those who have the the audacity to call themselves “journalists.” This code of silence surrounding Obama is why I am a staunch Obama dissenter. This is corruption at the very core and being someone who has lived and grown up under such terrible reign, I resist this hypocrisy with every fabric of my being. I think we need Obama as president like we need a rash.
I still don’t get the fascination people have about him and perhaps I never will. I am so defiantly and irrevocably unimpressed by this man. I think, he’s everything that is wrong abut the celeb-worshipping culture of America. The process of dumbing down of this nation is complete with this man’s election. I am still aching for the way it could/should have been come January 20. We could (should) have a first female president, who though her path was made easy thanks to her name, was actually brilliant in every sense of the word and had proven herself to be a “person of her own.”
She knew voter repression on caucuses was the reason she “lost” (even though she still won popular votes). Though I understand that she couldn’t have done much to fight the injustice inflicted against her if she still wanted to have a role in the party, there is a part of me which is still angered and disillusioned by her quick succumbing to the place “alloted” for her, second or third to a less qualified man. I wish she would have fought more. I wish she hadn’t campaigned that much for him. I wish she would have screamed at the top of her lungs about the big time cheat Obama was and had always been (ask Alice Palmer for confirmation). I will support her for any office she seeks, yet I shall never forget and forgive how things were and how they could/should have been.
A woman who is not heart-broken by this fact is perhaps a woman by genitalia only or is ignorant of what truly happened. But sadly, it’s been shown time and again women are often their own worst enemies. We constitute 51% of the population, yet we are less of a value than being black and are so woefully underrepresented in politics. We are still the 2nd class citizens. Bring the race card to any discussion then everything is fixed (see Burris’s case, even though in some weird way I am rooting for him and Blagojevich in his defiance against the caricature by the useless media that he’s solely or uniquely corrupt in the very machine that gave birth to BHO). It’s a no-no to be racist but it’s hip to be sexist. To those “feminists” who supported a lightweight tanned man first before a brilliant woman, I’d say with gusto: Fuck you! Fuck you all! Thanks for setting back women’s struggle by a few decades. Have your honeymoon with your hero while it lasts and before he throws you under the bus like everyone else whose usefulness to him has expired. Probably one day when the koolaid’s effects have all but faded you will realize that it takes a woman twice as much hard work and talent, at least, to be at the same position a man is, and it’s so totally unpardonable not to give your own kind a chance at that for the rest of us to one day achieve equality.

I’m not celebrating and spare me from the drunk and third-worldly cheesy worship of this man whose first instinct is to lie when faced by inquiring minds and who has done nothing worthy of mention in his political career that deems him of any value of being my leader. I stand by that conviction. Recent shenanigans surrounding him only affirm that notion.

Obama leaves no fingerprints. That has been his whole life’s story. He neither confirms nor denies; he releases no records, and those that he cannot lock he scrubs; he expresses sadness or sympathy or denial or whatever, but he does not actually take a position; he tests the water first before taking a stance: what’s in it for him instead for the people he works for (hence it’s so totally naive to think that he would have voted against the war had he been in the position to do so); he encourges decision-taking, but speaks of them in platitudes. He’d like to call himself a pragmatic progressive, I’d give him pragmatic OPPORTUNIST.

He has mastered the act of effacing himself while standing out in front. He is appointing a savvy and competent cabinet who will make and broadcast the decisions, but who will also be discarded immediately upon anything significantly controversial that arises.

I, too, have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. You can get away with this self-effacement as long as things go reasonably well. But when this nation and this world has a crisis which will truly exemplify the “loneliness of command”, his emptiness will be revealed at a the worst possible time. Where does he go when there is no one else left to blame? He has never experienced that, and I fear what he will become when he does.

Lack of leadership (especially moral) has a trickle down effect upon the whole nation. It changes the whole scenery. It’s impacts are devastating and takes years or even generations to cure. Caroline Kennedy’s inevitable appointment is evidence of this. No one seems to care anymore because they have put their faith into a seemingly liberal POTUS that gives them a go ahead to disregard certain moral positions. Just look at what happened to the lack of democratic porcess at the convention — no one seemed to care because they believed that the happenings of kicking out delegates who didn’t support Obama and the near dismissal of a roll call vote was SOP. It is more dangerous to have a leader with shifting moral positions than ones we don’t agree with.
If dignity of the office is at stake, then we can pretty much write it off. Obama has never used any office he’s held as anything other than a means for advancing his own personal interests and the interests of his associates (as long as the latter were still useful). It’s an attitude that, once adopted at the top of the pyramid, will permeate all the way down to the Favreaus of this world.
But, then again, what else one might expect from a product of Chicago politics where using public means for private gain is the natural order of things?
I know, I know, it’s a done deal now, the only thing we can do is to keep our eyes and mouths open since the useless media won’t do it for us (oh surely one day I hope someone with “standing” could force him to show his vault birth certificate), and not at the slightest intimidated by his congregation who thinks you must be out of your fucking mind to oppose such a shoddy small man. The sheep want us to be like them: a sheep with no mind of its own. You can take a man from the the Chicago sewer he was raised in, but you can’t take that Chicago sewer out of him.
One thing I know for sure: it’s going to be a fucking long 4 years! (Sigh).
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Ambassadorships: little ships that leave the mothership, carrying the wealthiest passengers, before the iceberg hits.

Anyone have any snark they can lend me? I think I just used my last little bit, and this topic is going to require a whole bunch.

He is going to tire us out and put us to sleep in a slow boil.

Staying on the fence taxes your energy and prevents one from charging forward along the chosen path. He’s going to keep us on the fence as we wait for him to choose, to decide.

Notice his cabinet – he picks cabinet secretaries, but then insulates himself from the cabinet with a layer of czars.

MY SHIT DOESN’T SINK

Well, as some have noted “Hope Floats,” so this phrase would stand very well, as written.

Or, perhaps since we are talking about Ambassador-Ships, you meant MY SHIP DOESN’T SINK? I mean, some unkind folks, and I might have been one of them, have implied that O is like the captain of the Titanic before it hit the iceberg, so for O to say “MY SHIP DOESN’T SINK” would be a real confidence builder for all of us.

Of course, there is another way to turn that phrase . . .

Thanks for the really rich suggestions, samb!