I don’t like you Senator Obama, and I never have. Unlike millions of my fellow Americans, I was completely unimpressed with your 2004 convention speech. As an African American woman who grew up around lots of intelligent, articulate black people, I didn’t see anything special about you, or anything you said. Or should I say, anything you read, since it was obvious to me you were reading from a TelePrompTer. In fact, when you spoke of your Kenyan father and white mother from Kansas and how the fact that they got together and made you meant that America was a special place, or however you phrased it, I was annoyed. “Here we go again,” was my first thought, since I’ve met a lot of seditty black people who thought that since they were light-skinned, or college educated, or from another country, or half white, or whatever, that they were “better” than other people, especially blacks, just because they were “different.” But you’re not any more “different” or “better” than anybody else, and your birth doesn’t make you “uniquely American.” You’re just hustling white people who don’t know your game any better.
In the primaries, I freely admit I supported Hillary Clinton. Because. She. Was. The. Best. Candidate.
PERIOD
But, I watched you game the caucuses, blatantly courting Republicans and Independents and anybody else suffering from Clinton Derangement Syndrome, calling her divisive, mocking her perfectly legitimate comments about racial issues as “unfortunate,” and in Pennsylvania, actively encouraging those delusional CDS sufferers to help you game the system with your “Democrat For A Day” ad. I didn’t like you for that. I didn’t like your surrogates inappropriately dropping the race card left and right, either, and when you made your minstrel-esque “I’d have to see him dance” comment about Bill Clinton’s honorary black man status, I think I began to hate you. See, I understand the damage stereotypes can cause, and watching a black man use such a trite one for his own political gain, and get away with it, pissed me off.
It was by no means the last time you worked my nerves, by a long shot. Dissing your pastor, calling black men irresponsible “boys,” telling Hillary Clinton she was “likable enough,” saying you were confident you could get my vote, brushing your own bad performance off your shoulders, as if you should only be expected to answer questions you’ve been properly coached on, and all the other smug, arrogant, uppity (yes, uppity) things you’ve said and done make me dislike you so much that my sphincter clinches whenever I’m too slow to get to the remote, and thus forced to listen to your annoying, nasal voice.
You told some reporters in Virginia today that people will like you once they get to know you:
“I think that it’s just a matter of people getting more familiar with me and knowing what my track record is.”
You keep saying that, but it’s just not true. I’ve been to your website; I refuse to read any of your books, because, like I’ve said, I don’t like you, and the thought of spending the time it would take to complete the drivel I’m sure you write, in your virtual presence, makes me physically ill. I have, however, forced myself to listen to you read your proposals in public, over and over again, and all I can say is, so what? I don’t believe anything you say since you say so many different things depending on who you’re talking to, and who wrote your speech. I’ve heard you described as far left, liberal, centrist, corporatist, and Bush’s twin, and with a minimum of research, one can find validation to back up every one of those allegations.
Listen, I admit I’m no political science major, or activist, or even an overly political person in my normal life, but you, Senator Obama, scare me. I’m just a voter, but there are things about you that have never made sense. Where do you really get your money? How does an undistinguished junior Senator raise the kind of cash you claim to? How did it start? Even if I bought the “small donor” crap, which I don’t, who gave you the start up money you needed to fleece the little guys in the first place?
Some people say your a Socialist, some go so far as to imply that you have Communist leanings. I don’t know about any of that, but there are things about you that concern me. If you are a Socialist, that in itself would be a problem because all my life I heard socialism is the bridge to communism, and communism is anti-American. That’s about all I know about that, and pretty much, all I care to know. That being said, some of your campaign tactics creep me out.
I was going to write about how disturbing I find your Camp Obama stuff, but the good people over at The Real Barack Obama beat me to it, and did it better than I could ever hope to. Using Alinsky-style tactics to build “grassroots support” bothers me, because from what little I’ve read about Mr. Alinsky, he sounds like he was a nut. In my opinion, he didn’t advocate community organizing, he taught community agitation. That’s dangerous, and I want no part of it, or of anyone who would encourage those kinds of actions on his behalf. Teaching people to “get in the faces” of skeptical voters they wish to convert is a recipe for a beatdown and should not be rewarded, as far as I’m concerned.
“If they bring a knife, we bring a gun.”
You said that, Mr. Obama. That statement alone should disqualify you from holding any office, anywhere. That’s B-movie thug talk, not the level of discourse expected of the country’s Diplomat-in-Chief.
I don’t really care if the guys you hang around with are repentant or unrepentant terrorists as much as I do about the mega-buck financiers on your team whose companies have given you so much money and are getting so much out of the 700 billion dollar government bailout and corporate bank restructuring that’s been going on lately. Does any of this have anything to do with the election, and what are you supposed to do for them in return?
The bottom line is, Barack, I have never liked you, and nothing you’ve done since I first became aware of you has changed my mind at all. In fact, everything you do reinforces my deeply held, heartfelt desire to see you defeated as resoundingly as any unqualified, inexperienced TelePrompTer reader has ever been trounced. And since such a woefully under-prepared person has never before run for president, it is my hope that your loss is also unprecedented in scope and scale.
You see, Senator, no matter how many times you assert otherwise, I just don’t like you.
And, I’m not alone.
