Keep The Change (Part One)

I was planning a big pre-presidential election post at UPI. I hadn’t decided on the content; that shifts with every day’s news. It’s no secret that I counter-intuitively call Senator Obama “The Manchurian Candidate”. I am tired of saying it: America is overdue for a black president. Osama Bamalama ain’t the man. That’s not some racial thing, even though I’m a proud son of the South. It’s a raw political statement. I just want the right president for America.

I was going to call the post “Keep the Change.” I am now reliably informed that someone else on the Internet has stolen that and published with it. Great. No problem. I hope they have a lot more political acumen than I do if they’re reading Senator Obama off. At least the Hildebeast was clear about her socialism; Obama wants a sneak play with fancy rhetoric and media adoration. I am a shallow, self-centered person without qualifications to be commander-in-chief of the greatest country in recorded history, but I’m not running for anything.

I am so terrified that this untried, inexperienced first-term senator might end up running something. We know nothing of his background ideology, and when it reveals, it’s disturbing. Osama Bamalama is a consummate politician, which means no change, and don’t play that race card.

The Bamalama campaign is denouncing McCain as Bush III. I see Bamalama as Jimmy Carter redux, and I think we all remember what a disaster that was.

I keep seeing these campaign signs that say “Change We Can Count On”. Count on it; if Osama Bamalama becomes president, America will change according to cowardly European standards set by the United Nations, cease to fight terrorism, and abdicate our reluctant role as the world’s policeman. We will continue our dependency upon jihadists for foreign oil, and step up with our hands out begging “Please, may I have some more?”

America will become another Third World hellhole, begging for largesse. That’s change you can count on. Seeing us reduced to our knees is change the Islamist radicals are counting on. There is nothing more delightful than the notion of America in dhimmitude [slavery to Islam] than the idea that it was accomplished through a superior deployment of their one natural resource: oil.

Vile, inexperienced, ill-tempered, well-spoken-but-foolish career politicians are not going to help us. There are no decent candidates for president; even my Libertarians have let me down big time.

I am closer to the end than the beginning; I like perverse things, and watching America fall apart should provide a huge source of amusement for the end of days. Vote early and vote often.