“[My grandmother] is a typical white person.”
— Nobel Peace Prize Winner Barack Obama, 2008
Now that the American military has at long last killed Osama bin Laden, Obama’s sagging approval ratings have jumped some six points. Obama is riding pretty high, and so I think it’s important to remind folks once again who this fellow really is and what he represents: a liar and a race-obsessed socialist.
Obama in his own words:
“Just because you possess an individual right doesn’t mean local governments can’t constrain the exercise of that right” (Barack Obama, 2008, Philadelphia primary).
“I ceased to advertise my mother’s race at the age of twelve or thirteen when I began to suspect that by doing so I was ingratiating myself to whites” (Barack Obama, Dreams From My Father, pg xiv).
“That’s just how white folks will do you. It wasn’t merely the cruelty involved; I was learning that black people could be mean and then some. It was a particular brand of arrogance, an obtuseness in otherwise sane people that brought forth our bitter laughter. It was as if whites didn’t know that they were being cruel in the first place. Or at least thought you deserving of their scorn” (Barack Obama, Ibid, pg. 80).
“Questions of competition, decisions forced by a market economy and majoritarian rule; issues of power. It was this unyielding reality-that whites were not only phantoms to be expunged from our dreams but were an active and varied fact of our everyday lives-that finally explained how nationalism could thrive as an emotion and flounder as a program” (Barack Obama, Ibid, Pg 202).
Here is Barack Obama’s admission that he’s not only a socialist, but a socialist of the black-nationalist variety:
Nationalism provided that history, an unambiguous morality tale that was easily communicated and easily grasped. A steady attack on the white race, the constant recitation of black people’s brutal experience in this country, served as the ballast that could prevent the ideas of personal and communal responsibility from tipping into an ocean of despair. Yes, the nationalist would say, whites are responsible for your sorry state, not any inherent flaws in you. In fact, whites are so heartless and devious that we can no longer expect anything from them. The self-loathing you feel, what keeps you drinking or thieving, is planted by them. Rid them from your mind and find your true power liberated. Rise up, ye mighty race! … In a sense, then, Rafiq was right when he insisted that, deep down, all blacks were potential nationalists. The anger was there, bottled up and often turned inward. And as I thought about Ruby and her blue eyes, the teenagers calling each other ‘nigger’ and worse, I wondered whether, for now at least, Rafiq wasn’t also right in preferring that that anger be redirected; whether a black politics that suppressed rage toward whites generally, or one that failed to elevate race loyalty above all else, was a politics inadequate to the the task.
It was a painful thought to consider, as painful now as it had been years ago. It contradicted the morality my mother had taught me, a morality of subtle distinctions — between individuals of goodwill and those wished me ill, between active malice and ignorance or indifference. I had a personal stake in that moral framework; I’d discovered that I couldn’t escape it if I tried…. And yet perhaps it was a framework that blacks in this country could no longer afford; perhaps it weakened black resolve, encouraged confusion within the ranks. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and for many blacks, time were chronically desperate. If nationalism could create a strong and effective insularity, deliver on its promise of self-respect, then the hurt it might cause well-meaning whites, or the inner turmoil it caused people like me, would be of little consequence…. If nationalism could deliver. As it turned out, questions of effectiveness, and not sentiment, caused most of my quarrels with Rafiq (Barack Obama, Ibid, Pg. 198-201, boldface mine).
Obama has also famously told us that Reverend Jeremiah Wright — the racist anti-American pastor whose church Obama attended for twenty years — was not only his pastor but also his “friend and mentor” and like a “member of the family.” Jeremiah Wright’s church, Obama once said, “helps me keep my moral compass straight and define my priorities.”
Here also are a handful of Barack Obama’s most recent lies:
No signing statements to nullify or undermine congressional instructions as enacted into law? (Obama Lies to Keep Czars).
No “boots” on the ground Libya. “Anyone that has worked with the AC-130 gunship can tell you, you need spotters to let aircraft know where the targets are. Usually it is Special Forces, Rangers etc trained for this mission” (it’s CIA Agents in Libya on the ground).
“Reform will also rein in the abuse and excess that nearly brought down our financial system. It will finally bring transparency to the kinds of complex, risky transactions that helped trigger the financial crisis (Obama Lies About Financial Reform Bill).
“I will not rest until the BP Oil Spill stops” (see Obama’s cushy schedule here).
“The health care bill will not increase the deficit by one dime.”
“If you like the health care plan you have you can keep it.”
“Under our plan, no federal dollars will be used to fund abortions, and federal conscience laws will remain in place.”
“The ObamaCare Fee is not a new tax.”
“We shouldn’t Mandate the purchase of health care” (Democratic Debate Lies).
That, of course, is only the tip of the iceberg.
As always, I’m interested in hearing from all Obama supporters on exactly how you defend this absolute rubbish.
The whitespace is deafening. Not even a lizard bite.
I know. That’s always how it is when it comes to defending the indefensible.
“Hey, Tic-Tac, ever notice how the snappy dialogue dries up when a man starts soiling his union suit?”
It’s NOT “always how it is when it comes to defending the indefensible.”
I expect to hear what a lout you are, your drinks have alum in them, your coffee is from reused grounds, you surely pollute, and you pass gas when you run, so you have no stature to decry Oblabla lies.
“Theres no such thing as a shovel ready job”
except of course for the shovel it took to toss that crap into the wind