Obama wants to play, party, and pontificate.
He wants to smile, steal from the rich, and install socialism.
He wants to lie, litigate, and leave his legacy.
He wants to complain, constrain, and campaign.
His vision is a utopia of muezzins at 5:00 o’clock, black brothers in polling places, and white people in cemeteries, a land where everything is free for oppressed minorities and paid for by successful entrepreneurs. He sees himself as a tanned Washington buying the world a Coke and singing Kumbaya with the mullahs as the world finds eternal peace in the insect-like world of Islam, where individual achievement is stifled, women’s rights are cancelled, and national treasuries are pilfered.
Obama is a duffer on a championship course swinging his football bat like a poofter and demanding that the local pro caddy for him. He wants free transportation, free food, free golf balls, free equipment, free greens fees, and free ice cream at the end of the round.
He knows as much about leadership and management as Mike Tyson knows about art and literature. He was an equal-opportunity fraud in college, a gangsta wannabe in Chicago politics, and a fraud in the Illinois senate. He is profoundly unaware of what’s going on in the world, completely indifferent to the desires of flyover country citizens, and spectacularly unequipped to comprehend his role in the office he occupies.Obama was an unwanted child, an unwelcome Indonesian, an unhappy Hawaiian, an unproductive professor, an unqualified senator, and now an unfit president. His most significant accomplishments, his two books, were ghost-written by a domestic terrorist, and his wife has never been comfortable in her own skin. He is famous for absolutely nothing of interest, and capable of doing nothing of value.
He is a suppurating pustule on the body of American politics, a malignant carbuncle which should be excised immediately.