ObaManiacs and the Cult of Obama

ObaManiacs are everywhere it seems. And ObaMania has taken many forms. The rise of the Cult of Obama would be funny if its implications for America were not so frightening. Democrats have indulged in a collective personality worship unprecedented in American politics. It is one thing to support a candidate; it is quite another to worship him. Or, to censor anyone who dares to criticize him.

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It all started when women swooned at Obama’s rallies. It seemed that the mere presence of the Great Leader, is so overwhelming that women have a habit of passing out during his speeches. He is articulate (a “racist” word when Biden used it during the primaries, but okay now that he is on the ticket), suave, and good looking-- so much so that Democrat women have a hard time remaining conscious in his presence. Then came the crowds of chanting supporters, mesmerized by the mantra “Change!” which, when repeated over and over again, causes the eyes to glaze over, followers to sway from side to side, smile vacuous smiles, and bump into each other like zombies in a cheap horror movie. Undoubtedly the word “Change!” (which I will refer to as “C*****”,” ) lest I repeat it so often that I too slump into the trance commonly induced by its mystical powers), is the most oft- used word in the American vocabulary. Until this election year I had no idea that “C*****” was so powerful. This word alone has the power to cause millions to cast a vote for a man about whom they know nothing, who came from God knows where, who lacks the experience necessary to lead a squad of Cub Scouts on a camping trip—much less the most powerful military on earth—and has spent six of the last nine years not serving in office but running for it. Put simply, this single word is used by the Great Leader so effectively that makes people do things without knowing why. Then came the Thought Police—cult followers who intimidate the opposition with such suggestions as: if you do not vote for the Great Leader you are a racist, or, if you dare criticize him, you are a racist. But it gets worse. Some pro-Obama law enforcement officials in Missouri have actually formed “truth squads” [sic] to monitor the content of TV ads, and publicly suggest that anyone who publishes “false” information about the Great Leader might be prosecuted under Missouri law. How’s that for chilling the old First Amendment right of free speech before the speech is even uttered? (There is at least one other place where the government prosecutes people who criticize their leaders—Putin’s Russian Federation.) Consider also the Obama-Cop in Denver who roughed up a reporter whose only crime was to dare to point a camera toward the entrance of a building where the Great Leader was meeting his biggest contributors during the Democrat Greek Column Coronation this past summer. Or the surrealistic propaganda film featuring beautiful young children singing the praises of the Great Obama (“Hope, Change, Change Hope, Hope for Change, Change our Hope, Hope for Hope”—I forget all the lyrics) in a staged production that was at once scary and reminiscent of Germany in the 1930s. Yes, the Obama cult worship is both pervasive and disturbing. Obama will not be elected so much as anointed, and the sad part is that he seems to relish the idea. But , above all else, supporters of Obama simply have no sense of humor. The fact is, well, they just take themselves too seriously. Don’t dare suggest that the Great Leader is anything less than godlike—or poke fun of his disciples. A recent vignette in the larger theatre of this presidential election illustrates vividly just how sensitive, humorless, and intolerant the Disciples of the Great Obama really are. Weeks ago, on the campus of a small Catholic university somewhere in the Midwest, the College Republicans and the College Democrats set up booths on campus. It is typical for such events to occur during elections. Each side tries to win converts, passes out signs and bumper stickers , and talks with passersby about politics. On this particular day, the College Democrats were serving hamburgers at their booth. The College Republicans—who had less money in the treasury—handed out bumper stickers, campaign literature, and, well, Kool-Aid. What was printed on the Kool Aid packages? “Kool Aid.” [sic] What was in the Kool Aid packages? Kool Aid. One might consider this an otherwise innocuous substance and a subtle political metaphor for blindly following a person or a doctrine (witness Bill O’Reilly and others) that can be heard any given night on several radio and TV talk shows (conservative and liberal alike). It is certainly well within the bounds of what we in America used to know as “free speech. “ However, it turns out that Kool Aid packets are horribly offensive to the Disciples of the Great Leader. First, a nun and Obama sympathizer (and I naively thought nuns were opposed to abortion) walked over to the Republican stand and confronted the boys working there. “This is not how we treat people!” she stated curtly. To which the boys replied: “What do you mean, Sister?” “What does that say on the package?” she demanded.“Kool Aid” they replied. “What is in it?” she demanded once again. “Kool Aid.” “Do you know who I am?” she asked, as if to pull rank. “Yes, and we have prior permission from the Administration to operate this booth.” Apparently, however, they had failed to obtain permission from the followers of the Great Leader to hand out Kool Aid. At this point, the nun walked away in a huff, having desperately sought ways to be offended and finding none. Later, the followers of the Great Leader mounted a second attack. A young black Obama supporter walked over to the Republican booth, and indignantly confronted the boys. “Are you saying all blacks like Kool Aid?” he demanded angrily, making a point that apparently made sense only to him. “No,” they replied, “it has nothing to do with blacks.” At this point the second Obama supporter also stormed off, whatever point he intended to make largely lost on everyone. The young Republicans were, of course, racist and mean spirited for handing out Kool Aid. I suppose they could have called PETA and made a scene about the fact that the Democrats were handing out hamburgers made from the carcasses of slaughtered innocent animals. However, they bit their tongues and decided not to respond in kind. This petty incident is, nevertheless, eloquent evidence of the fact that ObaManiacs just can’t take a joke. I have concluded that Kool Aid is the most sinister and politically incorrect of all substances. It will not be tolerated during the Reign of Obama. It is a threat to the Great Obama because it suggests that he is leading his followers blindly into a new form of government and that they will drink the Kool Aid of socialism that he serves them. Kool Aid, it seems, is nothing short of heresy. I daresay that the kids handing out Kool Aid packets would have been in less trouble had they been handing out drugs. Is this the way freedom ends? I shudder to think that this is a preview of what happens when Obama begins his reign and his Thought Police hold sway. Does it happen in baby steps—this loss of our national identity and the transformation from a capitalist democracy to a Gramcsi socialist state? I wonder. Will we one day look back and say: “First they took our guns, then they took our freedoms, and --when we had nothing left-- they came for our Kool Aid? “