While medicated and metal-pierced face youths, old degenerate tie-dyers, and black faces were awed by Barack Hussein Obama’s “magic negro” mania and while McCain’s “broken man” syndrome sunk the nation, the 2008 U.S. presidential election bore striking similarities to the abnormalities of psychological trauma. On nauseous inspection, there can only be one rational explanation of the presidential election: Stockholm Syndrome.
Foremost among this traumatic conditioning of the vote was Obama’s black skin color that directly caused most of black America and many guilty white liberals to cast their vote for. As a representative sample, the District of Columbia, the nation’s capital and 60% black, voted 93% in favor of Obama. Marin County, California, which is 87% guilty white liberal, voted 78% in favor of Obama. These statistics might be meaningless and unconnectable, if it were not for the fact that Obama’s speeches and rhetoric mean absolutely nothing apart from the blackness of his face. And he isn’t even black: “Obama got a white momma” (Pastor Manning, youtube.com).
Now the associations, however unfair or quite possibly accurate, that come with black skin color: high crime, unwed mothers, welfare, and especially—the inability of black people to succeed on their own—have been so pounded and harassed into the citizen body that black people have come to accept this notion and white people enhance this notion through “affirmative action”. B.O. is a magnificent byproduct of all this, hypocritically sermonizing for “change” from this ingrained notion that his campaign rose to glory on.
Poor family values associated with blacks have been epitomized by Barack Obama’s broken family history. It reads like a steamy international romance: The young Obama was conceived out of wedlock; his Kenyan father divorced his white mother at two years of age; his mother remarried to an Indonesian stepfather with whom she had another baby; then she divorced the stepfather. Raised largely by a single mother, a disgrace unto itself, and steeped in his mother’s bedroom antics, Obama found this family values pandemonium, “like a little mini-United Nations” and his mother, “the dominant figure in my formative years”.
But it is precisely those immoral behaviors that negate Obama’s mother as a genuine mother and portray her as a worthless free-loving fraud who, not surprisingly, attended a radical high school in Washington state that spit on family values. With this in mind, the multi-cultural buzz of his family becomes merely an annoyance.
Incidentally, Obama’s close family, if you can call it that, died horrible deaths prematurely which shall not be fully detailed here. It is interesting to note, however, that Obama’s mother died of ovarian cancer at age 52—this after making a complete mockery of family values her entire life. It is also of interest that Obama Sr. became an atheist, then an alcoholic, next lost both legs in an automobile collision, then died finally in another car wreck. What contribution Obama’s mother lent to hapless Obama Sr’s downfall into oblivion is unknown.
Thankfully, Obama chose not to repeat the family disasters of his past and is still married to one woman, Michelle, their only children born within wedlock. Nevertheless, Obama’s family disaster proving grounds have had no small impact on him as evidenced by his radical associations outside of his family. This next trauma to mention attracted, in turn, still other black extremists, islamofascists, red-diaper doper 1960’s babies (Michael Savage), and their sympathizers—a growing movement of human offal which helped clinch mightily the presidential election for B.O.
Without a doubt, Obama’s most astonishing association is his 20 year affliction, if you will, with his moral compass ‘Reverend’ Jeremiah Wright, a pastor who preached hate against ‘whitey’ and that the U.S. government brought A.I.D.S. against black men. There is also Obama’s association with unrepentant domestic terrorist William Ayers, Palestinian terrorists, Marxist professors, and other radicals, but it is all either identified with by his seething slave-blood base of black voters or overlooked by guilty white liberals who think it is just horseplay and cute.
John McCain’s single greatest trauma that has so permeated his campaign is a doozy and not to be made light of. His story is everything that Obama’s was not: An American hero whose family history was not a semen stained panorama gets shot down over North Vietnam and brutally tortured for almost 6 years…
After McCain’s plane was shot down, he fell into a lake in Hanoi, breaking a leg and both arms as he ejected from the plane. A crowd gathered and pulled him out of the water, kicking and hitting him as his right foot dangled next to his left knee at a 90 degree angle. Instead of being treated under the rules of the Geneva Convention, someone smashed a rifle butt into his shoulder and broke it. A bayonet was stuck into his ankle and his groin.
Taken to the Hanoi Hilton, as the prison for American POWs was called, he was stretched out on the cold floor — and over the next several days beaten again and again, his broken arms and leg included. They let him lay there for days in excruciating pain, lying in vomit and his own waste. Eventually he was moved to a hospital, never washed or cleaned, to lie with rats and swarming mosquitoes.
His interrogators came to the “hospital” and — repeatedly — savagely beat him day after day as he shrieked in agony. Then it was back to his prison cell, where one guard would hold him while others took turns beating him over and over again. His ribs were broken, his teeth cracked. Both arms were broken, for the second time, neither set properly when finally treated…. (spectator.org)
And there, sadly, is where John McCain’s campaign for President of the United States never got off the ground. He sounded appeasing, never decisive, during his campaign. He never got around to pursuing his moral conservative base’s agenda of family values, illegal alien deportation, smaller government, and no taxpayer bailouts of failed industries. In all due respect to Senator McCain, his handlers behind the mangled scenes tried to pump him up as a “maverick” and gave him a “my friends” warmer line to repeat, but his voice sounded weak and broken.
McCain was subconsciously attracted to the dark side, the immoral liberal side, like to that fat red-faced womanizing drunk of a slob Ted Kennedy and their co-sponsored amnesty plan for illegal aliens. Probing deeper, it was McCain’s Vietnamese captors who falsely gained his loyalties long ago, while Obama’s mama was playing musical beds, and whose specter still haunted the aging McCain and wrecked his campaign into a jumble of disloyalty.
For B.O., it was his liberal voter base that connected successfully with the theme of past and recurring traumas, unlike McAmnesty’s conservative base which never got on board. It was a black face and its beleaguered notions that was the issue at stake (”A black man is going to win this election no matter what!” a Black Panther said at a voting booth, nightstick in hand), shouted along by a whole legion of the destitute, the fatherless, the jealous, the underprivileged, and historically guilty whites who fought for a seat on Obama’s magical bus.
The future has already been divined from a Kenyan tribal woman throwing sticks and bones on the ground: “With loud backfires, huge clouds of diesel smoke and a solar panel strapped on top,” she said, “this Obama bus is going to drive off into the sunset.”
Let’s hope that bus, like a clown car, can fit 53% of the U.S. voting population and keep on driving off into oblivion away from the rest of us.
Black Friday, as it is called, one of the busiest shopping days of the year, overloaded Americans with even more stuff to clog their lives with. Wal-Mart won hands down as the retailer shoving the most junk down people’s throats.
In Arkansas earlier in the week, a state repeatedly accused of being backward, fat, and ‘red-necky’, the most brilliant and intelligent piece of legislation was approved by the citizens.
There are those in the world, of which there are many, that find solace in their elder years from whatever words and actions were in earshot and eyesight during their youth.
