I think it’s the fact that I’ve lived long enough to see my country change dramatically over the last 10 years. Being born in a time when America struggled to find itself amidst ingrained hatred amongst its people. I’ve seen America grow from an infancy state of mind, a society new to the idea that America was truly a melting pot. I grew up listening to leaders, in all spectrums; speak of America as the greatest country ever formed, in the history of the world.

            America was the envy of the world, the one place where people that lived in the most remote parts of the globe, desired to come and take part in the fruits of prosperity America had to offer.

            Our leaders, in the past, understood that America was no paradise, but a home with promise, and hope.

            Then something happened.

            Christmas became controversial and Christianity was ridiculed. The pledge of allegiance no longer had any meaning and the American flag became a thing dropped on the ground and left to rot where it lay, no longer the symbolism of a great nation.

            The Constitution became a, living thing, which had little significance to those who no longer desired to abide by its principles, except when it suited their purpose.

            Newly settled immigrants to America had little desire to become an American, but instead, insisted that America become similar to that which they desperately escaped.

            Some Americans, whose roots run deep into the American soil, began to feel that change was needed, that our now wealthy society could transform from one that demanded individual responsibility to one where, it is never, my fault.

            Nearly every living being desires a comfort, an ease that affords them the opportunity to live life with less troubles and more of everything, than they probably deserve.

            A segment of our society has realized the value in, minimal conflict. The world has become so vast with human life, that those who deem minimal conflict a commodity prey on society by stirring discord between groups in order to line their pockets. And with so many people reveling in the comfort, that is America, and unwilling to think for themselves, these minimal conflict promoters have swooped down on a feast of willing sheep.

            In the history of the world, great societies have come and gone, the history books are full of places that at one time flourished with life and prosperity, only to be now, history lessons read about in classes rooms with students who fail, for the most part, to grasp the true meaning of the lessons taught them. Noteworthy lessons taught by teachers who feel themselves more important than the lessons taught. Teachers instructing young minds that the great figures in history, had issues. Issues, which, according to the teachers input, minimized the great things accomplished, failing to remind them that had not that, issued laden individual completed that undertaking, none of us would be alive today.

            I believe in America, in spite of most Americans. For I believe that the same spirit that ran through the deep innermost part of our Founding Fathers, runs through me, a descendant of American slaves.

            The world is watching us; a maniac with power is watching us somewhere. They are wondering if our Republic can stand. I’m willing to bet the farm, that the demise of America is, a mouth watering desire, for those who despise us, for their own selfish reasons.

            We now live in a society where a milestone has been achieved; we have our first black President. It is a sad thing however, that his heart is not like that of a Martin Luther King Jr. Even though he has often tried to convince the world that he is similar to other great leaders, like Abraham Lincoln, with only so little time in which he has served, speaks of a man immersed in egocentricity.

            A man who often proclaims himself a legend, believes so in his own mind. And will do whatever it takes to preserve that emotional state of mind.

            Obama is like Henry Fords Quadricycle, his first self-propelled gasoline driven vehicle, not the first vehicle in the world to run on gas, nevertheless, a first for Henry Ford. It was no doubt an accomplishment for Ford, but it was simply an idea that led Ford to believe he could do better.

            Many in the American society believe they have accomplished a great thing in electing the first black President, in spite of his ideology and our current economic situation. They are content to blame any and everything on the past administration, while our current leader is content to foster that belief. His bungling attempts to mesmerize the world with his mere presence, has him looking the part of a mark to serious men with unstable mental conditions.

            On 9-11-01, I was afraid for my country, but when I looked into the eyes of President Bush and Vice-President Cheney, I knew that those who had attacked our country would pay the ultimate price. I felt safe.

            Not now, not today.

            Our President cares more about attacking a News Organization than he does our true enemies. Actually, I believe he knows more about attacking a News Organization than he does about our true enemies.

I believe Obama is the wrong man, at the wrong time.

But it appears that Americans, after hearing the eloquent and smooth tongue of this fallacious organizer, the cry went out throughout the nation, or at least to a percentage or two above the majority, give us this Quadricycle in “any color…”

“…so long as it’s black.”

Most wanted a black President, I wanted a black President. But the standard by which Obama was elected is based little on qualification, and more on supposed justification.

America is now picking our leaders based on image.

There is trouble knocking at our door America…

…can you hear it?