March 6, 2010
Fake-Populist
Barrack Obama
date-rapes
America
[SOURCE]:
Sheldon Richman, senior fellow at The Future of Freedom Foundation
Obama's Phony Populism
David Kupelian
Barack Obama and the date-rape of America
- President Obama had his annual physical last week. While the colonoscopy didn’t reveal any polyps, they did find three MSNBC reporters and a New York Times columnist.
- General Motors announced that they’re recalling 1.3 million compact cars in North America to address a power steering problem. Apparently, since President Obama took over the company, all of the cars are veering to the left.
Jay Leno making his comeback on the Tonight Show
At the public library the summer before last, looking desperately for that book her English professor assigned for her to read before Monday, but for which she was long overdue to finish, this sweet innocent young lady was approached by a young man with whom she had not noticed lingering around among the aisles before. Startled at first, her initial fears are quickly allayed as the sight of the young man appeared quite harmless, glowing with a handsome sincerity. She discusses her problems finding the English book with him and he offers to help, even as she could tell he was not entirely English himself. Immediately, she became quite smitten with his compassion and caring shown in his description of his boyhood spent with his mother and caring grandmother. He reveals himself too to be a man of God when he spoke of his pastor. In her inner thoughts were amazement in how few of the men she had met who could easily reminisce about his grandmother's care for him as a little boy and remember with vivid detail the passion of his black pastor.
She quickly warmed up to him and before long, he invited her out to dinner. His treat of course! Thankfully for her, as she had just lost her job and her tuition was now overdue, so there would be no going "Dutch" on this date. In November of that year, she gleefully accepted his offer and looked forward with anticipation to him picking her up for the date in mid January of the following year. Her last boyfriend had been such a disappointment and her hopes were all with this new beau.
Meanwhile, she called up all her friends to tell them about meeting this saintly prince and they too become smitten with his meek, gentle ways, without ever meeting him personally themselves. Some knew of him and give him the highest praise, telling her about his "make love, not war" personality. They wrote her letters telling her about his selfless helping of poor inner-city kids in Chicago. They told her about his mastery of the English language in mastering English law at Harvard, even though he is not English. They told of his birth in a Hawaiian manger, thus explaining why Herod had no official record of him.
The day finally arrived and he picked her up as promised. As she proudly introduces this young man to her parents, he gives her mother a rose. Her heart skips a beat. None of her former boyfriends were this charismatic.
Off they go into the night together and the dinner could not have been nicer. She had not felt this level of excitement since her high school prom. So this is how a honeymoon feels, she told herself. With a man this promising, she looked forward to many more dates and perhaps -- well -- who knows what may come.
On the way home, he tells her of a nice secluded place they could park under the stars, away from the light pollution of the city lights, where the milky way would be the only glow needed to light up the night sky. Feeling perfectly at ease in the company of this gentleman, so full of future potential, she says nothing. On the way, he describes to her how much he loves the delicate balance of nature and what he would do to protect it if he were ever given the chance. Arriving at the promised spot, indeed the night seemed magical. She expected a kiss and was quite prepared to return the sentiment.
Her expectations of men was not far off as he reached over to gently kiss her on the cheek. She turned her lips to meet his and the Milky Way that night suddenly seemed to brighten by half. This was "the man" -- a real man of intense devotional compassion. Her normal protective guards were unlocked and pried opened wide as she melted in his caress.
And then as suddenly as he had first appeared to her, his Right hand was rested in a spot it should not have been. She tells herself, "Perhaps he believes I have given him authorization to intrude this far into my private life. I will gently, but firmly, move his hands away." So she takes his hand into hers and squeezes gently, without a break in the passion still clashing between two sets of lips. Not realizing at first, but the Left hand had already begun a slow, hopeful, meander toward prohibited territory. She so wanted to ignore the imminent intrusion, and she had been ignoring the very slow Progressive advance of the Left hand to a place it had no right to be, until it was almost too late for both of them to stop. This time, the offensive intruder was blocked just before the no-man's boundary was reached.
But this time, there was resistance. The Left hand did not want to stop. With what had been working so well up to now, the Left hand tried to continue the Progressive Movement toward the domination of the private areas of this private woman. Slowly, the woman started to come to her senses. She had let things go too far and instinctively knew she was in danger. Indeed she was. The Progressive Movement was powerful, she did not have the power to resist and it advanced onward to begin what it had really came to do. It wanted everything this lady had to offer and it would not take "NO" for an answer. She had agreed to be with him, she had agreed to be in private with him, so there would be no privacy between them now. He would not allow it. She could not stop it. It was done.
On the way home, she felt cheap, used, and probably about to be cast away for another conquest.
She would complain to authorities. She would tell them that she had said for months, "Stop!" Indeed, she had screamed "STOP!" in bloody murder, had pleaded that he stop, but he never stopped. He kept having his way with her. Would they believe her story of date-rape? Would they side with the creep, as they called her a tramp?
How could she tell her girlfriends, indeed her parents, that she had so misjudged his character -- how she could have let herself be seduced with this fraud's lies, flattery and pretense of caring about her -- a man she had professed to care so deeply for?
Perhaps it wasn't really her fault. Didn't her friends praise his virtues and morality to her in their letters? Didn't they share in the blame? Why had they not warned her about being alone with him? Why had they not warned her of his bestiality?
Obama's date-rape of America
America was likewise seduced by Barrack Obama and his fawning media-Scribe mass-media during the election cycle.
Now that Barrack Obama has America out on a date and is forcibly abusing her, America is screaming at the top of her lungs that she does not want Obama to push governmental FASCIST control of our health industry so as to implement a SOCIALIST, cradle to grave, health system, which would be there at both our delivery where we take our first breath of air, to our hospital deathbeds where we will take our last gasp of breath.
Without the least hesitation in heeding our frantic protests, Barrack Obama continues to expose his long black agenda of Progressive penetration into our private lives.
You can read further at
The Problem.
You can read further at
Guide to "Checks and Balances".
You can read further at
The Solution.
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