Friday, November 27, 2009

Ebenezer Obama

I was contemplating for a few moments the 3 greatest Christmas stories in western literature in the birth of Jesus the Christ found in the Bible, A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens and the movie, It's a Wonderful Life in how each of them would be experienced by Barack Hussein Obama.

For the place of low birth and nothing to show for His entire 33 year life, Jesus the Son of God, started life in a stock feeder for his crib born in a barn.
Jesus would note that foxes had dens, the birds had nests, but He did not have a place to even rest his head.

Yet Jesus brought a change all people could believe in in hope. He didn't have to tear down Rome to build a better world, because the world He was building was an eternal one in the heart of every person.
There were not trillion dollar money transfers, there were no threats of pitchfork mobs to bankers, there was not even rationed health care from this real Messiah. There was only giving, caring, love and the final Grace of sacrificing His own life just to save people who even hated Him.
There was no "I WON", there was no "Shut up and go away", and there was no mandates of making people exist as Jesus brought the Good News. There was only Christ laying out the only Way to Peace, Joy and Eternal Life and it was up to each person in freedom to accept or reject it.

In It's a Wonderful Life, Jimmy Stewart portrayed George Baily, a little known, handicapped by partial deafness man, stuck in a nowhere town, where he desired to see the world.
When George's opportunity came to do all the things he wanted to do in the world, he instead humbled himself in not being a world leader and traveler, but became the servant of that miserable little town, running his fathers worthless savings and loan, and stuck, in a house he used to break windows out of.
When the worst of life came at George Bailey and he thought suicide was the way out, and Angel showed just how Mr. Bailey's little bit of goodness had changed the entire world.

He made a difference from winning World War II in making sure his heroic brother survived to making sure a floozy had someone to believe in her in George Bailey, so she didn't turn into a prostitute.

Where in the Kenyan poverty of Barack Hussein Obama's family has he made a difference. How many lives has he saved by the growing number of dead in Afghanistan as he dithered away months with no intention of fighting that war to win it. Where is there one friend, a real person who has ever surfaced in the almost 50 years Bearick Obama has been on this earth that is a real friend? There are none in existence in his empty life.

Barack Obama in It's a Wonderful Life has a title, It's a Life to Abort, as that is his entire policy on every situation. Barack Obama isn't Jimmy Stewart in the least, but Old Man Potter, the gluttonous covetous banker, who turned an entire city into a Potter's Field of poverty, ruin, depression, enslavement without any hope.

My favorite non Biblical story is Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol. I yearly watch the George C. Scott presentation, as it is the best ever done. I know I have featured it glowingly here, and except for the gold coin Scrooge rubbed between his fingers and used to buy the prize turkey for the Bob Cratchets, it is a very close adaptation to which Dickens was attempting to speak.

Where in any of Ebenezer Scrooge does one find even a shred of goodness in Barack Obama. When the ghost of Christmas past shows Scrooge the moral naive childhood he had, in Barack Obama we find lewd lyrics from Frank Davis who was a pedophile.
Obama's dating years have him sitting on the couch in New York with a man girl from Pakistan and an infamous white girl he was attaching hisself to to climb the social ladder.

His Christmas future is one of cutting Jews out of the White House Hannakah celebrations in their fullness. He has Janet Napolitano putting Christians on terror watch lists for daring to look for Jesus the Christ return. Where last year the Obama's were throwing turkeys to poor black folks in Chicago, there seemed to be only time for Mr. Obama this season to jump in an SUV to read a narcissistic article on him in GQ.

Mr. Obama's Christmas future has no fear of him finding hisself in a cemetery, because the cemeteries will all be filled with the dead nations of his policies. Rationed death is his health care, 1 million more aborted African babies, nuclear exchanges in his Obama Wars, Americans existing in huddled masses under the bridge to nowhere in life just waiting to be aborted by Obama is the Christmas future that awaits his smiling face as this psychotic multi racial male hoped to be aborted at birth and has invested his entire existence to aborting the United States which was successful, because he was too cowardly to commit suicide hisself.

It is the tragedy of life for Barack Hussein Obama and to note that Ebenezer Scrooge actually had more redeeming qualities in goodness before his transformation, than Barack Obama has in his cauldron of self cultus loathing.
Scrooge loved himself to at least not bankrupt the nation which prospered him. Barack Obama hates himself so much that he is destroying the world which donated to him millions of dollars and Nobel Prize.

Barack Hussein Obama is the worst sort of failure, tragedy and tepid water in life, in he is exposed as the absolute failure and fraud, when compared to Jesus in His nativity, in George Bailey caring about a world more than himself and Ebenezer Scrooge who had more redeeming qualities that Mr. Obama in Scrooge at least never taxed Bob Cratchet for the one piece of coal Bob shivered by as he worked.

Pity is all I feel for the complete void which is the space taker called Barack Obama. To be put into the balance of life and be found empty, so that nothing weighs more than you, is the ultimate shame in an Obamas Carol of It's an Aborted Life of Herod Obama leaving Rachel in tears.

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