The More I Learn About Obama. . .

The more I learn about Barack Obama, the less I like him. . . and I didn't much like him to begin with.

Why? Because he's an empty shirt. He's arrogant. His associations are, at the very least, highly questionable. He not only has no accomplishments worth putting on a presidential resumé, he expects people to worship and adore him.

I'm really quite scared three weeks or so before the election. The poll numbers don't look good for McCain and though I support him with every fiber of my being, he's got another debate to go through and he's just not a very good debater. Smart guy. Sticks to the talking points way too much in critical situations -- like a debate.

If he doesn't unload both barrels in the next debate, reload and keep firing, Obama is going to win this election in a cakewalk and we will have the most far-left government in the history of this country. And the public are so ignorant of the consequences of what that means that they are salivating at the thought of a bigger government, huge restrictions on free speech, and an increase in taxes on the very people who can save this economy -- small business owners.

We will be less safe from attacks on our nation because the safeguards we put in place will be destroyed. We'll give enemy combatants rights they don't deserve. And we'll simply be more complacent, less vigilant than we are now.

The latest accusation about Barack Obama is that not only was he "palling around" with Bill Ayers, there is some interesting, though inconclusive, evidence that shows a very strong likelihood that Ayers actually ghostwrote Dreams From My Father.

Is this allegation true? I don't know. The accusation doesn't seem to come from left. . . or, right. . . field. If the investigation's methodology is valid, I think it's worth a second look. I've made no decision so far.

Taken as a whole, the life of Barack Hussein Obama -- yeah, yeah, I know it's politically incorrect to use his middle name -- is not that remarkable. I know several people who exceed his accomplishments and for whom I'd much rather cast a ballot.

I really hope you'll think twice about what grave consequences await this nation if we elect Obama president. John McCain is a man of integrity and grit and even though I may disagree with him on some issues, he's not likely to send this country down the drain.

Obama would only lead the leftward lurch into oblivion for the USA. Don't let that happen. Vote for John McCain on Nov. 4th.

Smell the Coffee

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None of the remaining candidates for president (of either party) were on my short list. That, of course, is totally irrelevant; we have to play the hand we're dealt.

That said, I'd rather pluck out my own eyes than vote for a Democrat for president (or any other office) in this or any other election cycle. Why? Well, it's not like I haven't done it before. McGovern in '72. Carter in '76. (God in Heaven, forgive me!) Dukakis in '88. But that's all I could take. Bill Clinton made me puke. Still does, come to think of it. And so does his "wife," Hillary Rodham. Barack Hussein Obama? You've gotta be kidding me! Mr. FeelGood? Not likely. He wouldn't know an issue if it struck him in the face.

Here's my point: If I can come to my senses and decide that the Democrat Party has the worst of all possible solutions for this country, so can you.

If I were in charge, I'd be pointing out that the Dems are taking this country down the wrong road. . . toward a socialist, nanny state that weakens individuals and makes politicians and government more powerful. Is that what you want? A government that takes care of you from cradle to grave? Pffft! How 'bout growing a pair and standing up for your rights as an individual?

In my world, the first thing I'd do is grab the American electorate by the collar and slap 'em across the chops and scream, "Wake up, fool!"

This country still has the potential to be as great as -- even greater than -- it's ever been. But not if Americans fall asleep at the wheel and elect a Democrat.

Between now and Election Day, expect to listen to me screaming quite a bit.

Diss-missssssed!