I held it down and didn’t churl. I was also able to maintain my composure and not stab my television. Yes, that’s right, I watched the entire state of the union address. I was wide eyed and fascinated as the dear leader described how peachy keen things were. Apparently unbeknownst to any of us, we live in a thriving economy that is busily churning out goods like never before seen in history. Unemployment is at an historic 5 year low, we have added 80,000 jobs and manufacturing is producing goods at a rate unseen since world war II. About halfway through the speech I decided that this land of honey and candy coated unicorns sounded so good that I must emigrate there to get my fair share. It was a wonderful place that he described in his starry eyed performance and I decided that I must go. Then my wife hit me in the head…Hard. She reminded me of all the small things that he was interjecting into his speech. All of the executive orders that he was going to use to move Amerika forward and all the progress we were going to make as a nation. She made me pay attention when he mentioned Newtown and how he, yes he himself, was going to climb down from his unicorn and do something about it. That was when I realized that maybe the candy coating wasn’t what it seemed to be. Maybe things weren’t what they seemed. Maybe the land of milk and honey wasn’t. Then I saw it….
It wasn’t the beautiful picture that he was painting. In between his lofty rhetoric he was interjecting his real agenda. The eye of Mordor was upon us.Take away all his caramel coated words and you have what he is really planning. He is going to do what he wants. He is going to further his goals through “Executive action” ,including smothering your second amendment rights like Jack Nicholson in One flew over the Cuckoo’s nest. Everything else he said was fluff to simply hear himself speak. The NSA will continue spying on you, homeland security will continue to infringe on you and TSA will continue to grope you. Fuck him…And the Unicorn he rode in on. Not one more inch…
I watched it as well. I knew he wouldn’t tell the truth, but I figured it would be more obfuscation and rationalization.
Last night was different. Those lies were not really lies but the gloating of a man who no longer needs the facade of legitimacy. Obama is the Kenyan word for Nero.