A Very Bad Movie

I wonder if I'll ever be able to say: "President Obama."

I don't think so. It would degrade the office. Not just because the Creature Obama is so utterly unworthy of it, but because in a reasonable world neither he nor his harpy could have passed the security checks required to be domestics there, let alone First Couple.

But for some reason, the path to the White House for this Demagogue has been almost magical.

If I believed him to be good and true I might think it miraculous. But since he is an enemy of the America I hold dear, I can only assume that the forces working in his favor do not originate in the celestial realm.

From Chicago to Springfield to Washington D.C. nothing and no one has ever proved the smallest impediment to this supremely unqualified man. It's not natural. His current campaign, despite revelations that would ruin any other candidate, is flying high, confident, arrogant, with every expectation of victory.

People follow him and chant his name like possessed zombies. The media have sacrificed themselves to his service. They have hurled themselves off the cliff of relevance and credibility in their stampede to do his bidding; to lavish praise on him and to persecute any who dare question or oppose him.

It's like a movie in which all the residents of a town are possessed, and while under the spell, wreak wild and bloody havoc on themselves, their home and each other. And when they awaken from the enchantment they are left only with the desperate ruin of their lives and their village.

I don't know how this movie will end, but I hope enough of us wake up in time to keep me from ever having to think about uttering the phrase: President Obama.

The Gunslinger