We Do Not Need To Be Told What to Do!


Barack Obama
Barack Obama (Photo credit: jamesomalley)

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Shall We Pay Homage to the King

 

Obama has taken a cue from some of the African leaders to install himself as America‘s king; the only thing is BHO is not a leader.  He is only a community organizer who somehow weasels his way into the Presidency. Barack Hussein Obama also took a page from a notable dictator in WWII.  That guy was going to create a “Master race” however his plans were eventually thwarted. 

BHO got the ball rolling on that idea during his first election when he had spread such an amount of propaganda that he had little children sing praises, to and of him, though, his accomplishments were nil. Just like winning the Nobel Peace Prize in 2009, what had he done to deserve that honor?  I guess for being an inspiration to Black people

I had a bad feeling of him since the brainwashing of small children in our schools and the propaganda they sang of, mmm, mmm, mmmmmm.   Probably because I had a daughter in kindergarten and I did not, nor would not allow her to sing unto him. Following that episode I really became much more interested with the people near him – his regime, okay.   We got rid of a king 236 years ago, but as a people we had better wake up because we have a self-anointed one in the making!  Following are lyrics to two songs that children were to sing in the schools and many schools allowed it! 

Mm, mmm, mm!

Barack Hussein Obama

He said that all must lend a hand

To make this country strong again

Mmm, mmm, mm!

Barack Hussein Obama

He said we must be fair today

Equal work means equal pay

Mmm, mmm, mm!

Barack Hussein Obama

He said that we must take a stand

To make sure everyone gets a chance

Mmm, mmm, mm!

Barack Hussein Obama

He said red, yellow, black or white

All are equal in his sight

Mmm, mmm, mmm!

Barack Hussein Obama

Yes!

Mmm, mmm, mmm

Barack Hussein Obama

 Song 2: (Sung to the melody of the “Battle Hymn of the Republic”)

 Hello, Mr. President we honor you today!

For all your great accomplishments, we all doth say “hooray!”

Hooray, Mr. President! You’re number one!

The first black American to lead this great nation!

Hooray, Mr. President we honor your great plans

To make this country’s economy number one again!

Hooray Mr. President, we’re really proud of you!

And we stand for all Americans under the great Red, White, and Blue!

So continue —- Mr. President we know you’ll do the trick

So here’s a hearty hip-hooray

Hip, hip hooray!

Hip, hip hooray!

Hip, hip hooray!

 Wasn’t that interesting?  I hope that there are enough of us around who recall that master race horror and will put an end to this one!

 

Speaking of horrors,

Obama-Care, or ACA the Affordable Care Act.  Yeah, affordable to those that could already afford health coverage, but it has been decreed that everybody must now take the coverage…every American, or be fined!  I feel that I had already been fined because well for two reasons…the first is because my disability checks had not been given even a, “Cost of Living” increase under Obama’s rule for the first three years of his regime.  Of course while afraid of losing his power, the cost-of-living increase was reinstated during his re-election bid.  Then, the withholding of  that 3% increase and even additional monies totaling  $400, the SSA rescinded April’s but said they could not refund the other lost money.  I realize that amount is ridiculously small to some, but you know when you haven’t got a dime, even a dollar is a lot of money.

Barack Obama, Sr.
Barack Obama, Sr. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One good thing about, BHO, he and his regime give plenty of fodder.  Until next time…

 

Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.

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