OK, here is where we start "Peoples President".
Our country is in bad shape, we are at war, the economy is in the toilet and Barack Hussein Obama is the 44th President of these United States of America.
I am cautiously optimistic regarding the new commander in chief, it kind of feels like when Arnold became the Governator after that hack was recalled. What was his name? Davis, Al no I mean Gray Davis. That's the ticket. I felt like this with Arnold. He planned to make radical change and unfortunately he fell into the web of the hacks in Sacramento who are currently responsible for disaster that California has become.
President Obama could just as easily fall into this trap but I hope that the current state of our union will help him move an agenda forward of "uniting people from both sides of the aisle". His pledge for an "end to petty greed" while "wasteful programs will end" he will "re-establish trust" in our government.
Can you tell I paid close attention to his speech today?
What I hope is that Obama will take aggressive action to correct the problems we face in 2009 and that he won't be a victim of a group of established bureaucrats who enjoy a nice lunch out each day. I have faced such adversity in my work where my drive to correct things has been perceived and aggressive and threatening to the established hierarchy.
Way to make myself important eh? In the annuls of time the name James Mossman and Barrack Obama will be placed together as two heroes who tried to make a difference.
Hopefully Barack will have better luck than I. "With (our) eyes fixed on the horizon" we will uplift the "noble idea that all are created equal" and have a right "to pursue a measure of happiness".
Black leader you are approved for your bombing run. Watch out for those tie fighters.
Open cheek.
Insert tongue.
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An Inaugural Poem
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DC lawn scattered people like frozen worker ants
We hope, and yearn, and Ted Danson
Will they find their love an island?
Hairy palms, hairy palms, hairy palms
Now we guess the plan, the man, Old Stan, kick the can
And we walk
The road
To the zoo
You belong
Close your eyes
And dare
Double dare
Double dog dare
Truth or dare
Hairy palms
Hairy palms
It's mustard - do you want it in your ear?!
Brilliance.
This brings up another thought. Listening to the poet (Elizabeth Alexander) that followed the Obama's speech I thought to myself "I wrote this kind of shit in High School". My conclusion: Either I am a brilliant poet who has yet to be receive the accolades I am deserved or someone is playing the race card.
Or, you didn't sleep with the people I slept with.
Ewww ...
Funky boss,
Funky boss,
Funky boss,
Funky boss.
Funky boss,
Funky boss,
GET OFF MY BACK!
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