Having slept on the matter, I am now going to come out of the closet and declare clearly and firmly that I don’t like Barack Obama one little bit.
What kind of person would traduce his grandmother (who is still alive) to score a political point? Yesterday’s speech, read through in the clear light of dawn, is worse than I thought: an ugly mish-mash of ancient socialist clichés and Gen-X spoiled-brat self-congratulation, all enveloped in clouds of flatulent Oprahnian rhetoric. Ugh!
Obama’s just a red-diaper baby with a nice smile. I actually like Jeremiah Wright better than I like Obama. At least you know where you are with Wright. Obama, I wouldn’t trust to mail a letter.