I leafed through the pages of Volume I in the series entitled, “The Greatest Quotes of Michelle Obama, to plagiarize the opening line for today’s tale. I’m drained from the effort.
“For the first time in my life, I’m ashamed of my country.” I’ve lived a bit longer than The First Ladybut yesterday I hung my head and wept. From the time that I campaigned, in 1940, in front of PS 97 on Brooklyn’s, Highlawn Ave, for FDR’s election as President, that seat always had a sign on it lettered, “World Leader.” It was shirked off yesterday by her husband’s humiliating performance during his press conference with Israel’s Prime Minister, Benjamin Netanyahu.
He handed it over, in front the all seeing lens that recorded it for an eternity, to Bibi. It was no contest. He may have won the battle of glaring hatred and stone faced contempt but he lost the war of honesty, truthfulness and leadership. He openly sided with terrorists, killers of children, women and liberty. He took great strides to reward those who would take the birthplace of Christianity and Judaism and reduce it to the rubble of history. He would permit the purveyors of terror and hatred to eradicate all signs of civility and greatness from the land of Israel. He has no right, in my eyes anyway, to carry on further, for fear this country will be next. And it surely will be. I pray for our survival ’til he’s unseated.
This man is without scruples, integrity or shame. But we knew this when he claimed that his religious leader doubled as his “old uncle.” An uncle who called on G-d to “Damn America!” We knew what he was when he denied his close relationship with Bill Ayers. This old buddy was an admitted Communist and terrorist who was quoted in the New York Times on of all days, September 11, 2001, as proudly stating, “I don’t regret setting bombs. I feel we didn’t do enough.” This, in response to a question of whether he felt any pain in the lives taken by his group, The Weather Underground, by setting off bombs throughout this land.
Barack Hussein Obama had the opportunity yesterday, May 20th of 2011, to clear just a bit of his record of a lifetime of incompetence and arrogance. He blew it by giving the green light to murderers and savages to continue their Koranic War against tolerance, liberty and justice. This hoax of a man, claiming to represent black people, as described by Juan Williams onNovember 30, 2007 in the NYT, is outrageous. Let Obama have the courage to tell that to my Congressman, Allen West, face to face. Or as Barack would say it, Mano-el-Mano. But no, that would require the courage of a real man and only one of these two has it.
So, yesterday was a landmark in our history. Sadly, a Neville Chamberlain-like one. This time, no worthless piece of paper waved in the air to a cheering crowd, with the signature of a terrorist giving his word of honor to uphold his promise of peace. This time we will have to torturously wait for the outcome. In this age with instant destruction in the hands of a primitive tribe of zealots, many will pray for the salvation of our civilization.
I will do that but will also add my single vote against Barack Hussein Obama come next Election Day. If enough join me, we may well be saved. And I will forever hold a smile on my face on however May 20ths I may survive to see. Yesterday’s was my grandson’s 10th birthday. Happy Birthday, Jack! I’m fighting to see you have many more.
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