President “Wannabe” Obama

 

Nobody Cares

After watching the Republican debate last night, I really didn’t care to watch  ‘President’ Obama read his thoughts on how America was going to smash the deficit barrier with green jobs and FDR’s remake of rebuilding our infrastructure. God knows, after all the tornadoes, fires, earthquakes, flyover of Air Force One, Google vacuuming vast volumes of electricity, blackouts, and floods— we do need it, but by the time Obama gets his own ideas off his teleprompter, he will be long gone…Unless of course we get attacked right before the election, which, according to many psychologists who have labeled him a psychotic narcissist dealing with a less than full deck, it’s an attack we could very well expect.

Our lives seem to go on, and America is like a runaway train, heading for a major collision, like in the movie “Unstoppable.” Sure it could be stopped, but with Timmy Giethner at the helm, it’s not likely to happen. Somebody call Denzel Washington…maybe HE could tell Obama to put on the brakes. (good movie. )

Anyway, I wanted to tell a small story about my trip to the famous Arch. The “Gateway to the West.” The steel monument that is a favorite stop for Indiana vacationers, and anyone else who has a bucket list of tall stuff to visit.

 I went with my friend Pattie, who weighs all of 2 pounds, and my husband. The elevator to the top fits only five people. Its shaped like an egg, and you go up the leg, and then get out, and climb about fifty steps and there you are at the top. It’s a pretty quick trip.

The top (see fuzzy picture) is not too big. And there we were, leaning over and looking at the one small riverboat below, when I heard it: someone was singing, in a loud voice, and in a language I didn’t even recognize. I was trying to talk to my friends, and I said.

Then, a middle age lady came over to me and whispered..”He’s saying his prayers..shssss” as if…as if..I should understand that in America, if someone wants to sing loud prayers annoying everyone at the top of the  arch, we need to respect that.

As I looked over, there he was: a black man in a white Muslim dress..you know, all the way down to his feet, and a pretty little hat, all lined in some kind of gold trim.  You didn’t have to use much instinct to know that this guy was TRYING to annoy us all. His giveaway? The grin on his face, and the fact that he was praying to San Francisco, not Mecca. Not that San Francisco doesn’t need prayers.

On the way down, we happened to get  a couple in the elevator who were so fat, they both took up three seats, and didn’t even want us to get in. We could have said “Sure, we’ll catch the next one.” but I was not going to spend another two minutes listening to Michael Muslim yodel. Good thing Pattie weights 2 pounds.

When we got back down again, we saw the “Muslim” walking with his girlfriend, holding hands, and she had on a very pretty shimmering outfit, very Las Vegas style— Muslim wannabes.

If I had to do it over again, I would have broke into the National Anthem. In fact, next time I see a Muslims praying, that’s exactly what I intend to do—which brings me back to the Republican debates and Obama.

When asked about immigration, Rick Santorum, Republican candidate from Pennsylvania, went into his Italian mother and father coming over and we should welcome all immigrants, yada, yada, yada,…failing to mention that his parents learned English, and did not get instant Social Security, full medical benefits, and a free college education. Many Mexicans are not assimilating, and neither are the Muslims.

And with a President Wannabe, who has shown no intention whatsoever of becomiing a real American…what else can we expect?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

September 8, 2011 Posted by Joyanna Adams | American Culture, History, Obama | American Culture, Gateway Arch, Muslims, New World Order, Obama, politics | 3 Comments