Commander-in-chief of Empty Rhetoric

Commander-in-chief of Empty Rhetoric
True Life never a Hollywood script






For all of those out there who are humming the precipitate Swan Song called ‘America is dead and finished’, stuff a sock in it.



For the oh-so-many who are going down for the third time in the ‘Lake of Their Own Embitterment’:  Your Crying Wolf screams for help are only heard by those who would have joined you sooner or later anyway.

Life became a Cattle Script on January 20, 2009—the day when the driven-by-hatred Barack Hussein Obama thought he could corral 314 million Americans as so many cows, brand all who would bolt as ‘racists’ and herd them, one and all, to that socialist utopia called One World Government.

So a man about whom 40 percent still don’t believe is an American citizen wrote millions of people he didn’t even know into a make-believe script and Fundamental Transformation of America mission notwithstanding, now naively waits for the cows to come home.

Every day Obama has been in the White House, the sun has come up and the sun has gone down.  That he has claimed the rising sun as the symbol of his hideous logo is laughable.  No man, let alone a politician, can claim the sun as his own.



Socialist utopia called One World Government
The sun was created by an Architect whose wisdom transcends all politics.

In the meantime, one man and the faceless Pooh-bahs who placed him in power cannot possibly destroy America.  They can only wish for and brag about it.

Heads more pragmatic than the swan song hummers and the incurably embittered argue that the only way to stop Obama and supporters is to slow them down.  Not a bad idea when one considers that’s what Obama is doing in attempts to get his way:  No ObamaCare until after the 2014 midterm elections;  no final thrust of the sword but death by a thousand cuts.

With the hiss of the branding iron on all of those cows still fresh in his memory, Obama likes to throw in the infuriating taunt, the latest being he’s off on yet another 17-day holiday at taxpayer expense next month.

How would you like to spend 17 straight days with an overbearing Michelle and two teenaged daughters that seem to live only for shaved ice?

Don’t worry that Barack and Michelle could be the owners of a home in Rancho Mirage, listed at $4.25 million, before the month is out.

It gets mighty hot in the Southern California desert, but so much hotter where this deadly duo will eventually be going.

Stop listening to the doomsayers who insist that the next president whether Democrat or Republican will be just as bad as Obama; though let’s hope it’s not Joe Biden, who says he saw when looking into Vladimir Putin’s eyes that he had no soul, but can’t, as Obama’s first-in-line sidekick, see the destruction of America under his current boss.

Who will follow Obama into the White House? Deal with that monster only after you celebrate seeing the backs of Barack and Michelle fading into the California sunset.

You can edge your way out of Obama’s silly cow script by recognizing that his war is largely based on the big talk of endless, going-nowhere rhetoric.

The rhetoric of lecturing an under-duress Israel, a patently useless Obama rhetoric that will never stop Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu from defending his own country; the Obama rhetoric of naming the over flooding of the southern US border with illegal aliens as a ‘humanitarian crisis’, without mention that it was a crisis that originates with him; the rhetoric of throwing a safety net via executive order for the protection of all LGBTs that attempts to rob Christians of their beliefs; a rhetoric that will never stop Christians from relying on the Cathedral in their own hearts.

America is down but not out, and no matter what Obama says and does, it will always be there.

For Obama the cows will never come home.

By Judi McLeod  Editor of CFP, is an award-winning journalist.