Obama, a nobody from nowhere

It must be hard being Barry Soetoro Obama. Take him away from his fawning, long- past-their-due date czars; eliminate all his props and he’s just wannabe royalty who’d rather be shooting hoops or golfing. Surrounded by overbearing women, including Valerie Jarrett and his own wife, without them pointing him in the right (read left) direction, he’s as useless as a kite without string.

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Other than two books that paved his way to coming out of the closet, the John Doe society from which he gets all his money knows diddly-squat about him. The only constant they have is that all his life he’s been fomenting for a revolution which never came. Let’s step right into the here and now: Imagine an Obama and Michelle with their forced smiles during the annual White House Easter Egg Hunt and then think how rich your Easter with loving smiles that are real. It’s only after more than two years of dismantling America that the “we love our country” claims of both activists are falling on mostly deaf ears. The czars, the handpicked staff, the Hollywood hypocrites all snap to attention when either Obama enters their vision. But the man on the street, far too busy getting by, could care less where the First Family is today. Long lines of limousines parked at the curb of restaurants with the best hamburgers are the same kind of nuisance as a sudden rainstorm when you forgot your umbrella at home. The only people outside the Bring-on-the-Revolution sycophants who “care, really care” about Barack Obama are those counting on him to make true their dreams of entitlement some two and a half years on. Obama’s closest living relative (if she really is one) sister Maya Soetoro-Ng, thanks only to the determination of the “birthers” has been recruited from her family life to the 2012 campaign with a hopeless mission to convince people of the president’s eligibility. The worst part of being a despot or dictator is their own certain mortality. Evil, no matter how potent, passes with evil dictators when they go. And like the people whose lives they are so intensely trying to rearrange, Barack and Michelle will some day be no more. Fathers and Mothers who raise their children with real love are remembered even after they’re gone. If his daughters grow up independent and are not force-fed propaganda as was their father, Obama can’t even count on the love and respect of his own children and grandchildren. The suffering of the Obama world is at its worst right now coming from a made-in-Marxist force that works to bankrupt the United States of America and plunge the Free World into hopeless darkness on a mandate of change. But Hope and Change cannot be bestowed because real hope and change come only from deep within the human heart, and not even evil Marxism can stamp it out. When the nightmare called the Obama Era is over, which by the very nature of things, it inevitably will be, Obama will be in some other land waiting for invitations to the mansions of aging movie stars that never come; smoking his brains out and recounting the days when he “almost” brought about world-wide revolution. Mementoes of Obama for the masses when he’s gone? Why, he’ll certainly be what he was on the world stage, only a wind-up doll. In a race against time, the entire world searches to find out who Barack Obama really is. But the answer has always been there: a nobody from nowhere.