The Soul of Audacity
“Where does a self-made man go on Mother’s Day?”
Such were the rhetorical tidbits an old friend of mine’s father would come up with. He had a ton of them. The best I was ever able to retort in this battle of clever witticisms was a lame response like “Yea, well, you can lead a horticulture but you can’t make her think”. Not quite on the same deep thought provoking level, but you go with what you got.
Old Mr. Atkinson’s quote has stuck with me through the years and it recently got me thinking about a different destination quandary. I know about Heaven and Hell, and thanks to my years of nun-enforced Roman Catholic tutelage I even know about the heavenly suburbs of Purgatory and Limbo. But what I don’t know is; where does a man go who has no soul?
I may not know the answer but I am fairly certain that wherever it is that the soulless unregenerate dwell to infinity and beyond, the dissembled demagogue of Hope and Change will one day be an eternal resident. And he won’t be alone. His close political minions, who for a myriad of self-serving reasons have chosen to abandon their own eternal souls as well, will join him in the perpetual chanting of “Yes We Can”.
We are all big boys and girls and even though we know the political winds of change are constantly howling down Pennsylvania Avenue there are some acts that are so brazen in their blatant and shallow attempt to gain favor that it is almost enough to cause one to lose his or her Quarter Pounder with cheese. Such are the recent desperate acts of this presidential purveyor of jackleg hyperbole.
While this campaigning commander never really stopped stumping, it will be important for all of America to remember that every single action, every utterance, every well scripted and tele-prompted ad lib is in fact being carried out for the sole purpose of gaining votes for the November midterm election.
After shunning the Israeli Prime Minister and refusing to even have his picture taken with him just months ago, this Gucci clad chameleon is now walking arm in arm with the leader of the Jewish state and pausing to wave goodbye at the end of the White House driveway like the closing credits from “The Beverly Hillbillies”, all in an effort to bolster the Jewish vote in November.
After failing miserably to serve and protect the citizens of Arizona from the raging drug warlords carrying out mass assassinations just blocks from the Arizona/Mexico border this fallacious fraud sends in the ominous power of the Justice Department and his “Nation of Cowards” henchman to sue the state, all in an effort to persuade Hispanic voters back into his corner. Never mind the cost. Never mind the damage. And then, in what can only be described as the ballsiest statement ever, this misguided megalomaniac tried to convince the country that this porous border is safer now than at any time in the last 20 years.
As the American economy continues to purge jobs at about the same rate as the yet uncapped BP oil gusher this sciolistic socialist and his foot-in-mouth fool VP take to the road to pronounce the trillion plus dollars spent on gangbanger tattoo removal machines and the Spotted California Teat Mouse is actually a grand success. All in an effort to convince…..Hell, even I don’t know who they think they can sway with that load of crap.
It is a dangerous time to be a Democrat. And it is even more dangerous to be the figurehead of the Democrat Party. Having risen so high so fast only to fall to the depths of political despair dragging an entire midterm ticket with him.
And it is even more dangerous for the country when the maligned Messiah has no soul or conscience. For at the depths he is at there is nothing that is beneath him.
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