Posted by
Blue Collar Muse on Thursday, November 06, 2008 8:02:23 AM
Tuesday night, Barack Obama spoke to a waiting country and a
wondering world. Found in his words are a myriad reasons to reject what
he stands for. The election is over and Obama is President. Some say
the healing must now begin and we must unite behind Barack. Obama
himself appealed “…to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn
— I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your
help, and I will be your President too.”
I say, Obama will be the President; but he will never be my
President. Obama wants what he is unwilling to give. To get the job,
Obama divided us. Now on the job, he yearns for unity’s strength. But
leopards don’t change their spots. As he ran, so will he govern. I
will not be a party to that.
Obama’s speech text is here. The video is here. Please read it before reading my comments.
When Obama “wonders if the dream of our founders is alive”, I
remember what those Founders wrote. They were “dedicated to the
proposition that all men are created equal.” Obama believes some men
are more equal than others. When advocating for nonexisent rights or
for granting more rights to some than to me, he will be the President,
but not my President.
When Obama says he wants to “… renew this nation’s promise … to
restore prosperity … to reclaim the American Dream …”; when he speaks
of “remaking this nation” I must ask, when was the promise broken and
by whom; who stole our prosperity; who moved the American Dream out of
reach of everyday Americans and who pulled down our nation that it
needs to be remade? For a century, it has been the ideological allies
of Barack Obama who have done so. When raising our taxes, curtailing
our liberty, weakening the defense of our country and bankrupting our
businesses and Economy - Obama will be the President, but not my
President.
When Obama says his Presidency was launched in “the living rooms of
Concord” and financed “by working men and women who dug into what
little savings they had to give … to this cause” I marvel at his
deception. When he enters the Oval Office it will complete a journey
begun in the living room of William Ayers’ and which traveled a path
financed by thousands of people Obama will not identify, many of whom
are not even Americans. He will enter the office of the President, but
not my President.
When Obama says “… the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the
greatest of our lifetime …” and references our military and families
worried about tomorrow, I recoil in horror from the cavalier
exploitation of those about whom he is ignorant. My son is in the
military he will command and I have four more children at home to care
for. When he sends my son into harm’s way but threatens not to support
him while there; when he takes money for which I labor and which I need
to support my family to give to families he decides need it more he
will be the President, but not my President.
When Obama calls for “a new spirit of patriotism”, I struggle to
find something wrong with the old one. When Obama gives away our
sovereignty and national interests to our enemies and those who would
weaken us he will be the President, but not my President.
When Obama calls for us to “look after not only ourselves, but each
other” and to believe “that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while
Main Street suffers” I marvel at his hypocrisy. Under the old spirit of
“service and responsibility” he would replace, Americans were the most
generous and industrious people on earth. When Obama decides who it is
I must sacrifice for and brings suffering to Main Street via higher
taxes for the Wall Street Bailout he will be the President, but not my
President.
Obama’s words are empty. His promise is hollow. His dreams are
nightmares. To be my President, he must deny everything he confesses to
believe in. He must repudiate his stated policies. He must realize the
paradise he seeks is found in the principles and promises of others. As
the President, he may invoke the imagery of Lincoln, King and Kennedy
but his appeal to their memory defiles their legacy.
He says he will be my President. But he will not because he
cannot. To expect me to believe otherwise insults me. And that, too,
is something my President would not do.
Blue Collar Muse