Hail Victory, Obama! Starting with the kids…

by Clio

If you’re a conservative, you may notice a feeling of sentimental yearning for the good old days … of Bill Clinton’s presidency. In contrast with the current administration, Mr. Clinton’s era in the Oval Office almost seems benign and uncontroversial. We are in a new era of American politics, one that I believe will make Watergate and other scandals involving sexual and fiscal indiscretions seem almost mundane in comparison.

Yesterday, I watched a video clip of children singing and chanting an ode to the Great One – Obama. My mandible joined the chorus of conservative jaws dropping across the nation with the unspoken thought (remember, our jaws are still gaping, frozen in disbelief. I know that my TMJ is going to give me grief later), “OMG, what is next?”

“Barack Hussein Obama. He said that all must lend a hand to make this country strong again, mmm”

The first coherent (and polite) thought that comes to mind is that we are watching the advent of Obama’s Hitler-Jugend (Hitler Youth). Obviously, my opinion is not unique; as I searched the Internet for information about HY, I found numerous blogs, essays and reports that posited on the same notion.

“Barack Hussein Obama, he said we must be fair today; equal work means equal pay, mmm”

Comrades - We are living in momentous times” – James Larkin

I studied German in high school and college and remember watching the “World at War” series as part of my high school curriculum. I don’t have perfect recall, but the footage of 80,000 children saluting, singing and marching for der Führer is an image that leaves a strong imprint. However, I feel that it is important to verify information that I publish online and not rely on my dusty high school German class memories, so I spent the afternoon online, sifting through search returns and visiting history and blog sites.

If I have any praise for Mr. Obama, his administration and policies it is that they served as a catalyst to push me into historical research: the American Revolution, the Constitution, Declaration of Independence, Federalist Papers, the pamphleteers (today, one would call them Internet bloggers) and patriots who informed and fomented the movement to oust the oppressive British rule and create a new nation. While all of us studied these facts during in our early school days, the facts fade and blur with the passing of time.

“Barack Hussein Obama, he said we must take a stand to make sure everyone gets a chance, mmm”

Thanks to Mr. Obama, I have rediscovered the richness of our history; the protests, riots and confrontations that led to the Revolution. I acquainted myself with words of the Founders of our nation and felt a sense of awe as I read the wise and almost eerily-relevant words of Thomas Jefferson.

“When the people fear their government, there is tyranny; when the government fears the people, there is liberty.” – Thomas Jefferson

Last year, during the presidential campaign, another video surfaced in which teen-aged boys, dressed in paramilitary garb, marched in unison and chanted pro-Obama propaganda. I was discomforted as I watched the video and, later in the year, alarmed when television reports on November 4th, Election Day, broadcast footage of bereted Black Panthers at polling precincts.

At that point in time, I knew enough about candidate Obama to base a decision to cast my vote for his opponent. I had grave concerns about his lack of experience, sophomoric grasp of international politics and hints of socialist ideals in his wealth redistribution statements.

My earlier viewpoints, I feel, were vindicated within days of his Inauguration. Sadly, he has now surpassed my worst expectations and I find myself aligned with people who expressed a ‘gloom and doom’ Obama presidency; a “game-changer” for America’s future.

“Barack Hussein Obama, he said red, yellow, black or white, all are equal in his sight.”

Does the above have a familiar ring? It should if you’re a Christian and attended Sunday School at least once: “Jesus Loves the Little Children of the World.” If you’re not agape or aghast, you’re not paying attention.

Wake up, countrymen!

It is incumbent upon every American, every patriot of our great nation, to fight to protect our country from the idiotic and dangerous politics of the left. We must protest Mr. Obama’s agenda, support candidates who view America’s Constitution as an inspired document and revere it as such.

We must zealously guard our Bill of Rights (and avail ourselves of its provisions) before those rights are eroded or revised to support the ethos of liberal extremists. If you think this can’t happen, stay seated on the sofa, rant at the television, but do nothing … just wait and see your country, your life changed forever.

I implore you: engage and speak out on behalf of our country before the rapacious agenda of the far-left destroys or alters the foundation of this shining city on the hill and extinguishes a beacon of hope and democracy to the world.

Seig Heil, Obama! (Hail Victory, Obama!)
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Saturday, September 10, [1938]over 80,000 Hitler Youths marched into the city stadium and performed military-style parade maneuvers, which they had been practicing for an entire year, ending with a grand finale in which they spelled out the name 'Adolf Hitler' in the grandstand. After a tumultuous welcome, Hitler gave a speech in which he spoke candidly about his own youth and painful adolescence and then ended by telling them, "You, my youth, are our nation's most precious guarantee for a great future, and you are destined to be the leaders of a glorious new order under the supremacy of National Socialism. Never forget that one day you will rule the world!" http://www.militaryhistoryonline.com/wwii/articles/hitleryouth.aspx

Lyrics to songs to Praise the President:

Song 1:
Mm, mmm, mm!
Barack Hussein Obama
He said that all must lend a hand
To make this country strong again
Mmm, mmm, mm!
Barack Hussein Obama
He said we must be fair today
Equal work means equal pay
Mmm, mmm, mm!
Barack Hussein Obama
He said that we must take a stand
To make sure everyone gets a chance
Mmm, mmm, mm!
Barack Hussein Obama
He said red, yellow, black or white
All are equal in his sight
Mmm, mmm, mm!
Barack Hussein Obama
Yes!
Mmm, mmm, mm
Barack Hussein Obama

Song 2:
Hello, Mr. President we honor you today!
For all your great accomplishments, we all doth say "hooray!"
Hooray, Mr. President! You're number one!
The first black American to lead this great nation!
Hooray, Mr. President we honor your great plans
To make this country's economy number one again!
Hooray Mr. President, we're really proud of you!
And we stand for all Americans under the great Red, White, and Blue!
So continue ---- Mr. President we know you'll do the trick
So here's a hearty hip-hooray ----
Hip, hip hooray!
Hip, hip hooray!
Hip, hip hooray!

(note: at publication, I have not been able to determine the author of these lyrics – Clio)


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An Inconceivable Violation...

by Clio

On September 11, 2001, I awakened late in the morning to another sunny day in Calabasas. Sunlight seeped through the slats of my bedroom blinds as I put on my robe and stumbled into the kitchen to make my morning cup of tea.

I didn’t rush or worry about getting to the office on time; I was recently unemployed. My company, a subsidiary of large privately-held publishing group, laid off its entire staff a few days earlier – the result of a depressed economy.

The light on my answering machine blinked, but I ignored it – probably another call to a company that used to have my phone number or a telemarketer.

After retrieving the newspaper, I closed my front door with one hand and pressed the play button on the answering machine with the other. I froze as I heard my mother’s voice, urging me to stay calm, that she and my Dad were okay and to not be afraid… end of message. My parents live in Portland, Oregon, so many thoughts raced through my mind: St. Helens erupted again, their house was on fire or there was a car accident.

I remember thinking that if it was St. Helens, it would probably be on the news, so I looked for the television remote while punching in my mother’s phone number: busy. I dropped the phone and turned on the TV.

Sights and sounds exploded before my eyes on CNN; my knees weakened and I crumbled to the carpet. With shaking hands holding the remote, I surfed the cable news channels, only to see the same visions of panic and pain. News anchors reported assaults on the Pentagon and New York and planes crashing in Pennsylvania, it was clear: America was under attack.

I watched terrified people running, covered in gray dust; my television screen filled with images of flames and buildings collapsing, creating tsunamis of dust and debris. I didn’t know that the pandemonium and horror in front of my eyes took place three hours earlier – everything seemed immediate and confusing.

I tried to reconcile my mother’s voice mail message with the television footage, the barrage of reporters’ words and alarming sights … bombs, the Pentagon, fires … Initially, I thought our country was the target of an invasion (based on my mother’s reassurances from Portland) and tried to think of who would have the audacity to launch an attack on America?

Eventually, news reports put the words and pictures into context: there were terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center Twin Towers, the Pentagon, as well as another plane crash, its mission unfulfilled due to a courageous coup by the hijacked passengers, into a vacant field in Pennsylvania.

Professionally, I’ve been a publicist, business development executive and, now, a media consultant and writer. That morning, as I watched jet-fueled planes, filled with innocent civilians, deliberately driven into the Twin Towers, the only words I could verbalize were “oh, my God, oh my God” – literally, a plea or a prayer, but not a phrase I used frivolously or with disrespect.

Unable to move from my spot on the floor, I sat and watched the reports for hours; silent tears streamed from my eyes. I was numb with the horror of what my brain told me was inconceivable.

In the hours and days that followed, the true culprits were revealed: a terrorist group, Al-Qaeda.

2,975 innocent lives were lost on September 11, 2001 (I won’t add the deaths of the 19 terrorists to that toll; they don’t deserve, in my opinion, to be counted among their victims).

The terrorists rejoiced at their success, but I knew they had made a huge mistake. The fiends who planned and carried out their heinous attacks seriously underestimated or misunderstood America. There would be retribution for their lethal schemes and it would be swift and decisive.

While examining the rubble and remains of the Twin Towers in New York City, President George Bush draped his arm around a fireman, and, with megaphone in hand, addressed hundreds of workers and rescuers at the scene. A shout from the crowd; someone couldn’t hear the President’s words:

“I can hear you. I can hear you. The rest of the world hears you. And the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon!”
- President George W. Bush, September 14, 2001

He kept his word. On October 7, 2001, a strong and effective military strike, Operation Enduring Freedom, was successfully mounted against the terrorists and their supporters in Afghanistan.

“Now, we have inscribed a new memory alongside those others. It’s a memory of tragedy and shock, of loss and mourning. But not only of loss and mourning. It’s also a memory of bravery and self-sacrifice, and the love that lays down its life for a friend – even a friend whose name it never knew. “
- President George W. Bush, December 11, 2001

Eight years after the attacks, I can still recall every emotion I felt that morning, as well as the intensity of the anger and grief that permeated every waking moment. I remember the sight American flags flying from every house, apartment or car – even billboards. It was hard to find an American who wasn’t a patriot – an angry, indignant and injured patriot.

My personal belief system encourages me to forgive and forget, but September 11th is my personal exception. I will never forget and I pray that Americans and the rest of the world will never forget what happened on that day. Sadly, we must continue to keep these memories alive, to remember the fallen – the victims and the heroes. We must remember for the safety of our country, for the protection of our freedom and way of life.

It is vital that we remember every minute of that day, from the moment we first glimpsed those visions of horror on television, as well as the sadness, anger and resolve for retribution that we, as a nation, felt in the days and weeks ahead. We must remember, so we can make sure it doesn't happen again.



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