Posted on 11/03/2008 6:45:12 PM PST by melt
A couple of hours before Barack Obama was due to speak in the heart of the "historic quarter" of the town of Pueblo, Colorado, on Saturday, in the unseasonable warmth and sunshine, I took a walk down Main Street. Secret Service agents in dark suits and sinister sunglasses, heads cocked to the electronic babble from their plastic earpieces, were sweeping the press and VIP area, holding back the crowd of television crews and reporters behind yellow tape. Looking across to where a stage had been set up at an intersection, adjacent to an antiques store and an attorney's office, one could see the heavily armed special troopers on the roofs of the neighbouring buildings, scanning the surrounding vista through high-powered binoculars.
There were three more days to go before election day, and, here, in a key electoral battleground, the wind of rising fervour and the formidable grassroots campaign machine that had carried Obama to the doorstep of the White House, had brought thousands of people on to the streets of downtown Pueblo, brandishing posters, clad in Obama caps and T-shirts and festooned with badges. Anticipation and excitement thrummed in the air. (A testament to the efficiency of Obama's organisation: that morning I had received an email inviting me to contribute to his campaign and enter a draw to join him in Chicago on election night, signed, with a degree of easy familiarity that I had no idea we shared, "Barack''.)
At the end of the street, on the side of the handsome Mission-style Union Depot building, hung a huge portrait of Obama, seemingly gazing over the town to the blue haze of the Rocky Mountains far beyond, emblazoned with a single word Hope.
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I touched the hem of the Oba"Messiah", and "I felt a tingling run up my leg..."--- I felt a barf run up my esophagus...
Not by my God.
Yes, God sent a man who supports sucking babies’ brains out.
So were blood, frogs, gnats, flies, disease on livestock, boils, hail mixed with fire, locusts, darkness, and the death of all first-born children.
I can’t wait until NOV 05 - and the liberals will finally get it - no ones wants them around....
“he’s been sent by God.”
So were the Blues Brothers.
So was famine, pestilence and diseases.
Ah yes, Pueblo’s Main Street where the business owners and their employees had to close their doors and were deprived of income for the sake of Obama’s rally.
His “god” is the Bearer of Light...
LOL! And funnier because it’s true!
You beat me to saying it!
Isaiah 14
12 How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!
13 For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north:
14 I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the most High.
15 Yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, to the sides of the pit.
Another scribbler that gets paid by the word. I stopped reading right after the part about leaving the country and/or taking a bullet for him. A potential pretorian guard member no doubt.
Last night our local PBS station ran a documentary about “Jones Town”. It is very eye opening in light of the mindless worship of this empty tho well tailored suit.
I suggest these freaks go into the light of the wholly one. Then they can leave the country AND take a bullet for him.
It may turn out that it is more accurate to say that Obama is “permitted” by God.
According to this author, Barry attended a Roman Catholic school in Indonesia.... ;^)
We must hope and pray that we have not reached that point. I'm sure this election has called many Christians to stop being so busy or uninvolved and pray for grace and mercy tomorrow.
Doesn't that sound like something Chairman Mao would do? I would love to see a photo of Obama's portrait hanging on the side of a building like Red China.
Possibly as a punishment.
B. Hussein has been sent by God to the bottomless pit where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth, where the worm dies not, where the fire is unquenched.
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