I am SO Embarrassed
I've been made a fool of, and I'm pretty angry about it!
I was confident and happy until this. Now, I just want to crawl under a rock and never emerge.
Don't get me wrong. I'm glad I found out. I'm just feeling very humiliated. When somebody tells you at 2:00 PM that your pants are unzipped, you're glad you know, so you can take action. Still, you have to wonder how long they were like that, and how many people saw it. It's like that, but a thousand times worse.
I've been defending this president ever since he announced his candidacy. I have written in his defense, e-mailed in his defense, argued in his defense and donated from my meager budget when I could. When people said he was too inexperienced, I pointed out that the quality of his thoughts belied the notion that he is callow. When they said he was an angry man, I said "He's not, but even if he was, so what? If he's angry about the right things, that's a virtue." When it was said that he made questionable deals, I quickly pointed out the rampant, large scale corruption I had seen starting with Bush Vs. Gore. When they said he was not really a citizen, I accepted and promoted his explanation without question. When he was accused of being a socialist, I laughed out loud.
I did all of these things because I believed in what he said, and because I saw his ardent opponents as the very avatars of ignorance, hatred, racism, insanity and atavism that they are.
Well, I thought they were, anyway. Now, I know that I've been wrong all along.
The strident opposition to President Obama speaking to American children as they began the school year was, in my vision, the GOP's Marat/Sade, a crazy play within a play, staged by people with a passionate desire for revolution, but no idea why one was needed or how to create one, and even less idea how foolish they looked trying to figure it all out. Heck, the line "To me, the only reality is imagination; the world inside myself. The revolution no longer interests me," from Marat/Sade, seemed eerily similar to things Sean Hannity started saying when he couldn't get anybody with a healthy brain to see what a threat Obama and his speech were. To strut around bellowing about how the speech was going to be an exercise in indoctrination, if not brainwashing, was the Republicans jumping the shark. It was too funny to even get angry about.
That's why I went to my daughter's school to see it. I wanted to see the inspired children cheer their president. I didn't want to just watch it on the Internet.
That's how I found out I was wrong.
I went to the school in my electric scooter, which is not unusual. I go most places in it.
There aren't many advantages of being a "wheeler," but one of the few is that I am at a perfect height to see certain things. Riding around with my eyes at nipple level, I can ogle women with impunity. I don't have to worry about getting caught. Women don't notice if I'm not making eye contact with them because they're not making eye contact with me. I can stare right at everything from hair to heels as long as I want to.
It was being at that height which allowed me to see what I was not supposed to see. My eyes were just higher than those of the kids, and far below those of the adults.
As the children filed in, I sat staring at the TV. It wasn't on, yet, but I was staring at it anyway. I stared at it because there was a strange-looking attachment on the front of it. It looked like a TelePrompTer, but turned around backwards. The kids didn't comment on it, but that didn't seem odd to me. All kids are already bored with technologies I have not yet seen.
There sure did seem to be a lot of speakers, too. Most of them were very small, and they completely encircled us. The only large speaker was up font, pointed directly to the rear.
When all the children were in place, I was surprised to find out that the "ADA section," where the school put the wheelers, was right in the middle of where they sat cross-legged on the floor.
Then, Obama's speech started, and my life was forever changed. It was changed because I saw two speeches at the same time. Apparently, I was the only person in the room at the ideal eye level to see what was happening. I could saw two screens, one above the other. I could hear two speeches: one from the big speakers up front, and another that seemed to be coming from amidst the children. The audio from the large speakers was synchronized with the video on the top screen. The audio from the children was synchronized with the video on the bottom screen. Had I been in a regular chair, one of a lower height, I would only have experienced what the children experienced. Had I watched the speech(es) while leaning on my crutches, I'd have seen only what the parents were meant to see. I'd still be living in a fool's paradise.
I Felt morally bound to share my new knowledge with TFT readers, so I took copious notes on the children's version, knowing I could compare it to the official version in the press later.
Here is the official version of Obama's "Message of Hope and Responsibility for America’s Students," as posted on the White House's web site:
I want to start with the responsibility you have to yourself. Every single one of you has something that you're good at. Every single one of you has something to offer. And you have a responsibility to yourself to discover what that is. That's the opportunity an education can provide.
Maybe you could be a great writer -- maybe even good enough to write a book or articles in a newspaper -- but you might not know it until you write that English paper -- that English class paper that's assigned to you. Maybe you could be an innovator or an inventor -- maybe even good enough to come up with the next iPhone or the new medicine or vaccine -- but you might not know it until you do your project for your science class. Maybe you could be a mayor or a senator or a Supreme Court justice -- but you might not know that until you join student government or the debate team.
But at the end of the day, the circumstances of your life -- what you look like, where you come from, how much money you have, what you've got going on at home -- none of that is an excuse for neglecting your homework or having a bad attitude in school. That's no excuse for talking back to your teacher, or cutting class, or dropping out of school. There is no excuse for not trying.
Where you are right now doesn't have to determine where you'll end up. No one's written your destiny for you, because here in America, you write your own destiny. You make your own future.
That's what young people like you are doing every day, all across America.
Young people like Jazmin Perez, from Roma, Texas. Jazmin didn't speak English when she first started school. Neither of her parents had gone to college. But she worked hard, earned good grades, and got a scholarship to Brown University -- is now in graduate school, studying public health, on her way to becoming Dr. Jazmin Perez.
I'm thinking about Andoni Schultz, from Los Altos, California, who's fought brain cancer since he was three. He's had to endure all sorts of treatments and surgeries, one of which affected his memory, so it took him much longer -- hundreds of extra hours -- to do his schoolwork. But he never fell behind. He's headed to college this fall.
And then there's Shantell Steve, from my hometown of Chicago, Illinois. Even when bouncing from foster home to foster home in the toughest neighborhoods in the city, she managed to get a job at a local health care center, start a program to keep young people out of gangs, and she's on track to graduate high school with honors and go on to college.
And Jazmin, Andoni, and Shantell aren't any different from any of you. They face challenges in their lives just like you do. In some cases they've got it a lot worse off than many of you. But they refused to give up. They chose to take responsibility for their lives, for their education, and set goals for themselves. And I expect all of you to do the same.
That's why today I'm calling on each of you to set your own goals for your education -- and do everything you can to meet them. Your goal can be something as simple as doing all your homework, paying attention in class, or spending some time each day reading a book. Maybe you'll decide to get involved in an extracurricular activity, or volunteer in your community. Maybe you'll decide to stand up for kids who are being teased or bullied because of who they are or how they look, because you believe, like I do, that all young people deserve a safe environment to study and learn. Maybe you'll decide to take better care of yourself so you can be more ready to learn. And along those lines, by the way, I hope all of you are washing your hands a lot, and that you stay home from school when you don't feel well, so we can keep people from getting the flu this fall and winter.
But whatever you resolve to do, I want you to commit to it. I want you to really work at it.
Now, your families, your teachers, and I are doing everything we can to make sure you have the education you need to answer these questions. I'm working hard to fix up your classrooms and get you the books and the equipment and the computers you need to learn. But you've got to do your part, too. So I expect all of you to get serious this year. I expect you to put your best effort into everything you do. I expect great things from each of you. So don't let us down. Don't let your family down or your country down. Most of all, don't let yourself down. Make us all proud.
Well, that sounds all Ward-and-June, doesn't it? Had that been what your children, and mine, saw and heard, our nation would be safer.
That's not the case, though.
This is what was broadcast into our schools, and directly into the vulnerable, mashy and neurologically incomplete little noggins of our children:
I want to start with the responsibility you have to yourself. You have none. Your responsibility is to me. Every single one of you has something that you're good at. Be good at it in the cause I assign to you. Every single one of you has something to offer. Offer it to me. Your only responsibility to yourself is to discover what that is. If you cannot figure out what you are good at, the revolution will find a role for you. After all, you can stop a bullet, impregnate a white woman or cut the throats of your sleeping parents as well as that smart Asian kid next to you.
Maybe you could be a great writer -- maybe even good enough to write tranny pornography or duplicitous court opinions which advance the causes of televised late-term abortion and mandatory masturbation education -- but you might not know it until you write that English paper -- that English class paper that's assigned to you. You must become accustomed to doing what you are assigned to do. It will be the only way to survive in the new Amerika. Besides, you must master English, as well as Spanish, to better serve the syphilitic, homicidal, drug-dealing illegal immigrants I am recruiting by the millions to patrol Amerikan neighborhoods.
Maybe you could be an innovator or an inventor -- maybe even good enough to come up with a way to set fire to an American flag while it's still way up there on the pole -- but you might not know it until you do your project for your science class. Maybe you could be a mayor, a senator, a Supreme Court justice, a commissar, a premier or a party security apparatchik -- but you might not know that until you join The New Young Pioneers, or The Obama Youth Brigade and Private Army.
But at the end of the day, the circumstances of your life -- what you look like, where you come from, how much money you have, what you've got going on at home -- none of that is an excuse for refusing to bow down to me and accept the destiny I will select for you. That's no excuse for not raping your teacher, for attempting to attend class or for attempting to pray in school. There is no excuse for not trying to get pregnant, arrested or shot.
Where you are right now doesn't have to determine where you'll end up. You were probably born into a Christian home, but you will be buried in a Muslim grave. No one's written your destiny for you, other than me, because here in Amerika, I write your destiny. I make your future.
There is no god but Allah, and I am his prophet!
Profess radical Islam -- jihad -- and your acceptance into Heaven is assured! You will then be free to murder, steal, rape, lie, commit "terrorist" acts and urinate on Roy Rogers' grave without facing judgment!
That's what young people like you are doing every day, all across America!
Young people like Maria Cerdo Orina Putaniña de la Incesto, from Escupidaentodoqueesbueno, Arizona. Maria didn't speak English when she first arrived illegally in the United States and started school. This made it difficult for her to do her part for "reconquista" by infiltrating a white neighborhood to spread her lazy, hygiene-hating culture. Neither of her parents had gone to college to attend classes. (They went to several colleges to burn down ROTC buildings and disrupt scholarship pageants, but they attended no classes. tee-hee-hee) Maria worked hard to destroy white America, thus earning a scholarship to Red (nee: Brown) University. She is now in graduate school, studying public health, on her way to becoming Dr. Maria Cerdo Orina Putaniña de la Incesto.
She plans to re-open Dr. Tiller's clinic and marry another woman.
I'm thinking about Heinrich Feinddesstaatisraels, from Ichhassegott, Massachusetts, who's fought against Fiddler on the Roof since he was three. He's had to endure all sorts of ostracism from Zionists, one of whom cracked his head open and stole his memory, so it took him much longer -- hundreds of extra hours -- to do his schoolwork. But he never fell behind.
He is now a part of my Department of State.
And then there's Камрад Гимнастика Судить, from my hometown of Mockba, CCCP. Even when bouncing from re-education camp to re-education camp, torturing prisoners in the toughest neighborhoods in Сибирь, she managed to получите работу на местном центре шпионства, начните программу для того чтобы держать молодые люди в террористические группы, и среднюю школу студент-выпускника with honors and explosives!
I'm sorry. I got carried away.
And Maria, Heinrich, and Камрад aren't any different from any of you. They face challenges in their lives just like you do. In some cases they've got it a lot worse off than many of you. But they refused to insist on being "free." They chose to obey. I expect all of you to do the same.
That's why today I'm calling on each of you to learn my goals for your educations -- and do everything you can to meet them. Your goal can be something as simple as stealing all of your parents' guns and turning them in to the NEA, joining PETA, or spending some time each day reading The Audacity of Hope. Maybe you'll decide to get involved in an extracurricular activity, such as campaigning for health care "reform." You may volunteer in your community, yanking feeding tubes out of women like Terri Shaivo. Maybe you'll decide to bully and tease kids who are Christian, conservative or nice because you believe, like I do, that all young people who make such choices deserve to suffer for them. Maybe you'll decide to take a Photoshop class, so you can make fake pictures of Michelle Malkin and Ann Coulter in a lesbian threesome with a yeti, and post them on your blogs. And along those lines, by the way, I hope all of you are washing your hands a lot. Yeti smegma is pretty nasty stuff.
But whatever I command you to do, to your country, your parents or a yeti, I want you to commit to it. I want you to really work at it.
Now, your teachers, and I are doing everything we can to make sure you have the political education you need. I'm working hard to place truth monitors with guns in your classrooms, and in your homes, if your parents are Republicans. I am fighting to get you the books you need to learn, such as "The Communist Manifesto," "The Anarchist's Cookbook," "An Inconvenient Truth," "Dreams of My Father," "Silent Spring" and "The Glorious Koran". But you've got to do your part, too. So I expect all of you to get serious this year. I expect you to put your best effort into everything you do. I expect great things from each of you. So don't let me down. Don't let your family or your country dissuade you.
Most of all, have you heard the new Jeremih CD? It cumz like a muthafucka!
I was furious!
I was outraged!
I frothed at the mouth. I defecated in my pants. I screamed. Mucous, bile and fire shot from every pore. I went into spasms. I was so wild and out of control that a tea bag protest formed around me.
I knew what I had to do. I casually, and apparently without being noticed, shoved the terrible device onto a cafeteria chair cart and pulled it out the door, using my scooter as a tractor.
When I got home with the Neuron-O-Wash 6000 (The name was on the bottom.), I attached it to my TV. If these bastards were going to betray me, I'd betray them by using their own technology against them
Do you see how my concern was all about me, and not about their betrayal of the country? I was already turning into a good Republican!
Now, with this device hooked to my television, I am able to see the mind control methods of the international fascist, socialist, homo, narco, OWG, NWO, Islamic, atheist, tattooed, vegetarian, anti-business, environmental, feminist, partial birth, terrorist conspiracy while everybody else is oblivious, except it's cognoscente.
The first time I used it was when schoolchildren were singing about Barack Obama, and FOX News was irate. They had a right to be Irate, but it was really worse than they ever imagined. While most people saw children singing about equal pay, I knew what they were really singing. They were innocently singing along with the song that has corrupted more youth, destroyed more families, inspired more drug use and made mindless zombies of more once-vital beings than any other in human experience.
Yes, it was In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, complete with the drum solo!
The next time I used it was when Obama went to Copenhagen to make his bid for holding the 2016 Olympics in Chicago. This time, he overplayed his hand. He knew that many of the members of the IOC were from Africa, so he addressed his Neuron-O-Wash 6000 message to them. Here's an example. The world at large heard this paragraph:
To host athletes and visitors from every corner of the globe is a high honor and a great responsibility. And America is ready and eager to assume that sacred trust. We're a nation that has always opened its arms to the citizens of the world -- including my own father from the African continent -- people who have sought something better; who have dreamed of something bigger.
The IOC heard this:
To have women from every corner of the globe in one place for three weeks is an opportunity for brothers in Chicago and brothers from Africa to share in the joy of mongrelizing superior races and degrading their women. We will open our arms, and our pants, to Swedish rhythmic gymnasts, Dutch runners, Japanese figure skaters and synchronized swimmers from all nations. We, like my father from Africa, will fill the quivering quims of women we will soon leave pregnant and diseased. Those women have sought something bigger, and now they're going to get it.
Apparently, the Africans on the IOC didn't see this as a compelling argument. After all, they don't need Obama or Chicago to carry out what has been the goal of all dark, swarthy men since slave owners and colonial powers told them it was supposed to be.
I know I'm taking an enormous risk my telling this on TFT, but I feel I need to undo some of the harm I've done by supporting Obama and the Demoncrats. I know they'll find out. I know they'll find me. I know what they do to those who get in their way. I've read the Clinton Death List, The Obama Death List, The Pelosi Death List, the Michael Moore Death List, the Barney Frank Death List and the Cher Death List. I know that at any minute I coul