Son of Promise

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This is a re-posting of “Obama’s Cult of Personality” that I originally threw up on this blog four years ago on September 4, 2009. The hope and change back then was deafening. That was back when Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize for being of mixed race (only). That was back before the Fast and Furious Scandal; back before the Benghazi Massacre; back when they were plotting what came to be called the IRS Scandal; back when NSA surveillance was expanded to include all domestic electronic communication – but before the story broke; before the EPA Scandal and before the war on oil had begun; before the seemingly endless vacations and golf outings began. This was back before the government began to spy on reporters, and before they hacked Sharyl Attkisson’s (CBS computer) because she reported on Benghazi and Fast and Furious.

Please re-read this and post your reaction.


It’s so absolutely bizarre — you simply can’t make this stuff up. Dear Leader essentially is painted as a cross between baby Jesus and baby Mohammad.
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What does the book SAY?

Ever since Barack Obama was young, Hope has lived inside him. From the beaches of Hawaii to the streets of Chicago, from the jungles of Indonesia to the plains of Kenya, he has held on to Hope. Even as a boy, Barack knew he wasn’t quite like anybody else, but through his journeys he found the ability to listen to Hope and become what he was meant to be: a bridge to bring people together.

His mama, white as whipped cream; his daddy, black as ink… He was there in Chicago because he cared about these people. They were his family. People in Kenya were his family. Indonesians were his family. And no matter where he was, the world was his home. And who he was could be summed up in one word: loveable.

When Barack wasn’t studying he liked to jog along the Hudson River. He couldn’t help but notice the river of hurt and hate and history that separated blacks and whites. Being both, he could not take sides. Don’t worry, said Hope. I will be your bridge. In time you will be the bridge for others.

but that’s not all, there’s more:

When his classes came to an end, he raced to Chicago to join hands with the church, to learn new lessons: Not how to be black or white, but how to be a healer, how to change things, how to make a difference in the world.

of course, no book about Vladimir Lenin would be complete without talking about his days in the trenches as a community organizer:

The work was grueling, with stretches of failure, and puny patches of success. Door-to-door Barack went, early mornings, late nights, pleading and preaching, coaxing strangers to march together, to make life better for everyone. He worked hard as a farmer, planting the words “Yes, we can!” like seeds in spring.

but that’s not all, there’s still more good stuff:

Before Barack chased his future, he visited his past, traveling to Kenya to find his family, his father’s bones, and his own place in the circle of Africa…Finally, Barack knelt in the soil at his father’s grave, listening to the still, small voice that spoke to his heart: Go now. Fly free. Become the man you were meant to be. Live in hope.

Having gotten the blessings of his father’s spirit, Barack set forth…

Hope may be slim and beautiful, but she is no weak thing…[Barack] proved it again when all of Washington, D.C., wondered what this skinny kid with the funny name could offer a nation in need. But the hope that lived in Barack burned bright, and on the night he became a senator, everybody felt the flame.

but that’s not all! He had a date with destiny, and:

One sun-drenched day, as his wife Michelle stood by, Barack smiled on a sea of faces from Wichita to Waikiki. He saw whites and blacks, rich and poor, Christians and Muslims and Jews; he saw the ghosts of his parents, of Gramps and Toot, of Martin Luther King, Jr. and JFK. And on that special day Barack was the bridge that held them all together. “I want to be your president,” he said. “Can we make America better? Can we work together, as one?” With a single voice the crowd called out, “Yes! We can!”

As you may imagine, all this brings a tear to my eye.

17 thoughts on “Son of Promise

  1. When Barack wasn’t studying he liked to jog along the Hudson River. He couldn’t help but notice the river of hurt and hate and history that separated blacks and whites.

    The Hudson does have a high fecal content, I can see how he was confused…but he should have stopped running, and went back to studying, stuff like economics, and stuff.

  2. I love the medallion on the front cover. That is trying to create the impression that this book won some sort of literary award, such as children's books that sport the Caldecott Honor. Yep, the pile is hip deep.

  3. No parent should let their kids read such Soviet style propaganda. You can't even look at the cover illustration without the sensation of retching.

  4. There are times when you can walk across the Hudson because of the "sludge factor". Obama could have pumped up his messianic credentials by taking a run at it…

  5. I think that Obama has been nominated for the Pulitzer Prize for literature for the book.

  6. The book was distributed to schools in 2009 as part of the big speech that Obama gave to children. Your tax dollars bought millions of copies and made it a 'best seller'.

  7. Pure propaganda… Then and now… Somebody could have some fun with quotes from that; laid next to his 'actual' accomplishments (positive and negative)

  8. "What does it matter?"

    Obama hasn't done a single positive thing for the nation and he's done a lot of damage. Even the Democrats don't believe his hype, but they're dependent on him and the Chicago Machine for their incomes — as with the 50% of Americans who pay no federal income tax.

  9. The Child of Hope looks kinda like he's about to drop a deuce there on the beach.

  10. The problem we have is that no one knows where the Master has been from age three to age thirty three… For his records are doth sealed.

    We must have faith!

  11. In an odd turn of events, President Obama e-mailed me a response and asked me to handle it for him.

    President Barack Obama:Would you doubt Jesus? There's not much record of his early life either.

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