Pres. Obama, killer of dreams
One can only imagine the tormented feelings of white politicians watching their dreams slowly die as Sen. Barack Obama inched closer and closer to the prestigious oval office in the White House.
What sent white politicians wrenching was slowly witnessing the bar being raised for them becoming President of the United States. There was this academic record of the Senator, his brilliant mind, the un-tarnished family dynamics and the endorsement of American patriots like Sen. Edward Kennedy. White Testosterone and colorful Envy danced in concert and the vitriol did not go un-noticed. The dance continues to this day.
Hostilities were not only coming from the opposition but also from members of the Senator’s own party and now foul smelling nightmares emitting from dead dreams of Presidential wan-a-be’s and their supporters circle the globe.
The death of a white boy’s dreams is a big deal. Due to the fact those dreams are so closely aligned with one of the most converted dreams of white America, becoming President of the United States, makes its death a very, very big deal.
As stench from the nightmares of dead dreams continue permeating the air amidst the now obscene dance of Testosterone and Envy, the President proceeds to hammer the final nail into the lid of the coffin he himself assembled containing the body of his dreams, Old Medical Practice; the one that let so many people die needlessly. He is well aware part of his job is to protect the American people from harm, both foreign and domestic, so when he thinks about the death of Old Medical Practice, there is little to no remorse.
And now the President smiles as he begins signing the bill that lay on his desk. He has a flash of memories of what it took to get him to this point. He feels he has done the best he could. He hopes his Mother can now be comforted. He hopes she can now rest in peace. He tried so hard. A good son. Bravo!
As always,
BB
What sent white politicians wrenching was slowly witnessing the bar being raised for them becoming President of the United States. There was this academic record of the Senator, his brilliant mind, the un-tarnished family dynamics and the endorsement of American patriots like Sen. Edward Kennedy. White Testosterone and colorful Envy danced in concert and the vitriol did not go un-noticed. The dance continues to this day.
Hostilities were not only coming from the opposition but also from members of the Senator’s own party and now foul smelling nightmares emitting from dead dreams of Presidential wan-a-be’s and their supporters circle the globe.
The death of a white boy’s dreams is a big deal. Due to the fact those dreams are so closely aligned with one of the most converted dreams of white America, becoming President of the United States, makes its death a very, very big deal.
As stench from the nightmares of dead dreams continue permeating the air amidst the now obscene dance of Testosterone and Envy, the President proceeds to hammer the final nail into the lid of the coffin he himself assembled containing the body of his dreams, Old Medical Practice; the one that let so many people die needlessly. He is well aware part of his job is to protect the American people from harm, both foreign and domestic, so when he thinks about the death of Old Medical Practice, there is little to no remorse.
And now the President smiles as he begins signing the bill that lay on his desk. He has a flash of memories of what it took to get him to this point. He feels he has done the best he could. He hopes his Mother can now be comforted. He hopes she can now rest in peace. He tried so hard. A good son. Bravo!
As always,
BB
posted by BB at 2:19 AM
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