The boy who would be king. That’s how I think of Barack Obama. More as a boy than a man. Almost a man perhaps, but one that never grew out of that adolescent college boy who partied and smoked, and skipped too many classes. We may never know his grades nor see his transcripts; we know he can’t speak without full support of a teleprompter; he can’t write, nor does he seem to know the date when he signs his name into an historical record, he can’t lead, and can’t think. What’s left?
Before 2004 very few people knew or heard of Barack Obama; he burst on the public stage when he gave the keynote speech at the Democratic National Convention. I remember watching him and hearing his words; he seemed so young and fresh and spoke words that sparkled to a nation already weary with war. His rise was enabled by a constant drumbeat against then-President George W. Bush, and the “horrible” Republicans.
The mainstream media helped smooth the way with the questions not asked, the history glossed over, the records sealed, the voices silenced by loyal Leftist Democrats. All had a hand in the deliberate cover-up. The American people were told how wonderful Barack Obama was, how articulate and educated, and just the remedy for an ailing nation, a nation that the Democrats said was scourged by the Republicans, so we had to get rid of them, and elect this anointed individual.
Almost all of us are familiar with the classic story by Mark Twain, “The Prince and the Pauper.” There is something about that story that comes to my mind when I think of the reign of Obama. The prince was a young man (boy really) who traded places with a pauper who had an amazing resemblance to him. The prince was anxious to get out from under the tedium of the royal house and thought he’d go off for adventures. In the meantime, the pauper had the opportunity to play at being prince. He went from nearly starving and having to beg for food to living a life where every wish was his command. In the meantime, the real prince found that being hungry and homeless was no fun nor an adventure. But the one most important thing the prince learned from being a beggar in the streets was how his people were living and suffering. He saw incredible injustice, people really starving and the hopelessness of the common people, things he never would have seen if he had not left the palace.
Long story short, the prince returns to the palace in the nick of time and everyone is restored to their proper roles and identities. Yet, there was an important outcome to the prince’s adventure – he grew up. He understood and learned the lessons from what he saw in the streets: the squalor of his people, the hunger, the desperate circumstances of their lives, and the moral to the story was that he would bring change to his kingdom and help his people in a good and noble way to benefit all and to help them prosper.
The Royal House of Obama: a young man comes of age in an affluent world. While his childhood was difficult due to his mother’s lifestyle, it wasn’t as miserable as some would have you believe. His stepfather had friends and influence, Barack went to private schools, and his mother provided doting grandparents. Somewhere early on he was given enough support to squander his college years on good times. But always someone was paving the way. Affirmative Action was his friend. Others, yet unknown to us, were assisting this unknown – but sure to be somebody someday.
Thus we have the creation of the House of Obama, a royal house indeed, one that has come into being and ascended into the presidency of a great and noble nation, but he did not bring nobility to the presidency. His imperious manner and spendthrift lifestyle belie a man who has any sense of frugality in hard-times. He spends lavishly, throwing parties to which the Hollywood elite and his ruling class friends are invited. Nothing like separate but equal: two separate jets flying to Martha’s Vineyard: one for his queen Michele, and one for him. A couple of helicopters were part of the entourage as well. His vacation farmhouse rental was $50,000 a week. Living such an opulent lifestyle at the peoples’ expense, plundering the nation’s treasury, that is what the royal houses of old did. It also demonstrates how out of touch he is with the reality of the dire financial straits this country is in. Additionally, his strangling economic policies bring no relief or improvement to the people, only hardship and decline. And just as almost all the royals and nobility of old never understood the people, nor cared, we see the same indifference from this boy-king. Perception is everything.
Yet, no one has told Obama that his sense of entitlement is not part of the American way. We are a republic, a nation of laws, and freedom for all, especially for the common man. For it was for the common man that this nation was created, not the rich Tories of old, but the man and woman in the street – the laborer, the washerwoman, the peddler. All were meant to come to this country and be free to seek their fortune and build their lives based on responsibility and accountability, not living on the dole of the government, or royal largess. The American Revolution was fought to free people from such dependency. The House of Obama would have us return to it. We’ve been frustrated by his czars who are carrying out his directives; he has his own executive orders, a modern day version of royal decrees. Regulatory agencies are no longer neutral in their decision-making; they’ve all been taken over by the Leftist elitists implementing his commands.
Obama once said this about the American people, “they cling to guns or religion or have antipathy to people who aren’t like themselves.” Actually, the only thing I’ve seen Obama cling to are his union thugs and golf clubs and it is he who has the antipathy…towards the American people. Those are the people who seem not like himself. These are the people he looks upon with disdain, and remarks, “I won.” What kind of man, or president would think so little of the people he is supposed to lead, not rule? Only an individual who has no connection to the American persona or character. Only an individual, who has displayed neither nobility nor worthiness would see others the way he does. Yes, he can look down his aristocratic nose and snicker with his elitist friends, but he’ll never earn the respect that Americans so freely give to those that work by the sweat of their brow and value and appreciate all that this great nation has enabled them to gain. The American character is built on gratitude, and while an increasingly fascist government seeks to enslave them, their spirits will always yearn to be free. It was formed in our genetic heritage from the Constitution.
So we come full circle on this Royal House of Obama, the boy who would be king, who never picked up a shovel in his life, who cannot possibly relate to the working people, the common man and woman who represent the backbone of America. And while he lives like a king, at the peoples’ expense, his behavior during this presidency makes certain that he’ll never be held in high-esteem by the American people. For they, even at this late date, can recognize falseness, weakness and failure, and all the crowns in the world will not sustain the Royal House of Obama in the eyes of the American people.