Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Barack Hussein Obama: Pussy or President?

Over at American Thinker, Robert Morrison has written a good piece contrasting President Obama against Winston Churchill, and their respective personal reactions to war and the use of force.  President Obama comes off as a small man concerned with keeping his own hide intact, while the great Sir Winston demonstrated confidence and manly firmness.
...[C]ontrast Churchill's reaction to coming to power in those sternest of days with the president's reaction to his own finest hour. At a time when the whole world should applaud his order for the killing of Osama bin Laden, President Obama spoils the effect of this splendid victory in the war on terror by going on Sixty Minutes and emoting about how nervous he was. "It was the longest 40 minutes of my life," he confessed.
Mr. President, with all due respect, pipe down! Don't spill your guts on national TV. In leading us against the terrorists, it's your job to spill their guts. And, by the way, you should show the photograph of bin Laden...If the reason you sent in the SEALs was to prove to the world we had Al Qaeda's number one killer, the photo confirming all that should have been released at the same time.
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Rush Limbaugh took issue with the photo you did release. He said it made you look like a little boy in the Situation Room with the big boys. He has a point there.

And then there are the times when President Obama was called upon to throw out the first pitch at a couple of baseball games. Wearing his "mom pants," Obama threw one ball in the dirt, and at another game, he lobbed the ball past the catcher. To say that he throws like a girl gives a disservice to the fairer sex. Although he portrays himself as athletic, the evidence does not bear this out.

President Obama had a golden opportunity to present himself as a strong leader of a strong nation. Instead, he demonstrates his pussy nature. Little more can be expected from someone with a defective personality and severe narcissistic tendencies.

Please understand.  I do not hate President Obama.  Life is too short to be consumed by hate for another human being.  I hate what he has done, and continues to do, to our great nation.  He should never have been elected dog catcher, let alone President.of the United States.  He does not have the temperament necessary for the job, nor does he have the skills of leadership to make himself effective.  Being a community rabble rouser does not qualify one for the highest executive office in the world.  Hell, I have more executive experience than the President did before his inauguration.  He shows little promise of "growing into the job," save to cement his own, and his party's, power in the fashion of Marxism.

Oopsie!  There's that word again.  I should stop using that word.  Maybe I could say "socialist," or "commie," or "red."  How about calling Obama an "Alinskyite?"  It does not matter.  They are all cut from the same cloth.  What is important is to remember the parable of the scorpion and the frog:
One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a river.
The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.

Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream.

"Hello Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride across the river on your back?"

"Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you won't try to kill me?" asked the frog.

"Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!"

Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about when I get close to the bank? You could try to kill me and get back to the shore!"

"This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river!"

"All right, then.  How do I know you won't just wait till we get to the other side and kill me there?" said the frog.

"Ah," said the scorpion, "Because, you see, once you've taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help, that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!"

So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.

Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from his own back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs.

"You fool!" croaked the frog, "Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?"

The scorpion shrugged, and danced a little jig on the sinking frog's back.

"I could not help myself. It is my nature."

Then they both drowned in the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.

The frog is the producers of this country, who bear the load of others as well as their own. The scorpion is the Statist, the welfare recipient, the looters and moochers who ride on the backs of others, controlling them and eventually killing them because destruction is their nature.

President Obama is a scorpion.

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