"I found my miracle"

I want to think this is satirical but you and I know it isn't.  The article is titled, in part, Obama As My Personal Jesus:

Obama is my homeboy. And I'm not saying that because he's black - I'm saying that in reference to those Urban Outfitters t-shirts from a couple years ago that said, "Jesus is my homeboy." Yes, I just said it. Obama is my Jesus.

While you may be overtly religious and find this to be idol-worshipping, or may be overtly politically correct and just know that everything in that sentence could be found offensive, I'm afraid it's true anyway.

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The crush of the Bush victory over Gore was only the first mar on my previously consummate ideal of the American administration. And the tragedies just kept continuing: Bush's response to the Sept.11 attacks, the invasion of Iraq, the tax cuts for the rich, the downward spiral continued squashing my scant hope that the political world and state of our country could be saved.

Then I found my miracle. Stumbling through my hopeless world, afraid to turn to anyone with my political questions of morality, my concerns about the afterlife of the country I called home, a voice spoke to me.

Barack Obama bore to me his testimony in 2004 at the Democratic National Convention, a testimony that included believing in concepts as simple and wholesome as the Constitution; a belief the current administration had done away with entirely. I was 17 and my antipathy for politicians was already in place before I had even reached the age to legally vote for one. He, though, seemed different. I was intrigued. I would follow him. I believed however, that my discipleship would lead me on a much longer path to political change than was true.

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I questioned my newfound faith - was it all only a phase, like the time I thought I was Baptist in junior high? But my inner dogmatic struggle only helped cement my beliefs as I followed politics more closely than ever before. Obama's mere presence, knowledge and enthusiasm in the political realm inspired my own desire to understand what exactly had gone wrong, what exactly he could do to remedy the mess we'd made.

Then I began to realize I wasn't the only one trying to buy a WWOD bracelet and spending my weekends scouring CNN.com. The rock star-type love for Obama wasn't just because he was pretty and in the media. Others too, had seen him as a shining light, heard that mythical voice boom out over the mountaintops; people were wearing the t-shirt because they would rather wear something representing a politician than a pop star. People everywhere, young and old, were caring again. So what's the problem here?

I've officially been saved, and soon, whether they like it or not, the rest of the country will be too. I will follow him, all the way to the White House, and I'll be standing there in our nation's capital in January 2009, when Barack Obama is inaugurated as the 44th president of the United States of America. In the name of Obama, Amen.

Morgan weighs in with razor sharpness:

More than one “princess” has been raised to womanhood on Brothers Grimm fairy tales, convinced that once she cuts the cake and zips off to the honeymoon, life will be wonderful and perfect. And then been subsequently disappointed to learn all about the responsibilities of adulthood, from diapers that need changing to husbands living life for the moment, waxy yellow buildup, divorce lawyers, etc. Said princesses were brought up to deal with life by not believing in it — by looking forward to a complete eradication of all the exigencies and uncertainties that go with the living of life. That’s where the slobbering Obama fan is. That is precisely where the Obama fanbase is. They think the Chosen One will place his hand on the Bible, take the oath, and everything will smell like unicorn farts.

That’s the weakness of their campaign, right there. They have found a replacement deity, because they’ve needed one; and they’ve needed one, because they don’t understand the first thing about any of the issues, foreign or domestic.

I believe it was Alexander Hamilton who is credited with the following: "Those who stand for nothing fall for anything."

The idiot who prompted this post just proved him right.

Comments

[tim aka The Godless Heathen]

No need to comment on this one, Morgan just slams this twit. I mean, seriously ouch, that's gonn'a leave one nasty mark.

Nice quote too Rick, don't recall ever seeing that one. It really says it all.