Well, it seems that The Big One has upset some of his base. It seems he wants them to change out their boogie shoes they wore when he was swept into office on a tidal wave of black love and white guilt, and put on some marching shoes.
In a fiery summons to an important voting bloc, President Barack Obama told blacks on Saturday to quit crying and complaining and “put on your marching shoes” to follow him into battle for jobs and opportunity.
“Take off your bedroom slippers. Put on your marching shoes,” he said, his voice rising as applause and cheers mounted. “Shake it off. Stop complainin’. Stop grumblin’. Stop cryin’. We are going to press on. We have work to do.”
I don’t know that I’d categorize the speech as “fiery,” as I heard definite tones of “whine” in there. And I don’t mean with cheese, either. He sounded hurt that his “own people” would dare to criticize His Great Self. After all, what has he done for them lately?
…not doing enough to fight black unemployment, which is nearly double the national average at 16.7 percent.
And then he goes and accuses them of not wanting to go to work for him!
Doesn’t he know that if everyone would just eat their peas, he and Michelle would both be happy? Or is it just Republicans who should eat those little rounds of good-for-you? Perhaps the liberals should eat something else, like a grilled cheese sandwich, made appropriately over a flame? After all, grilled cheese sandwiches are soft and gooey in the middle, kind of like his economic policies. They also, when grilled over an open flame, start out soft and then get all crusty and brittle on the outside, kind of like TBO himself. He seems to crack and ooze every time he thinks he’s being opposed or unloved.
“The future rewards those who press on,” He said. “I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself. I don’t have time to complain. I’m going to press on.”
Actually, yes you do, President Obama. You really do. You complain. A lot. But not to worry, your skin color will protect you from the worst:
“If Bill Clinton had been in the White House and had failed to address this problem, we probably would be marching on the White House,” the caucus chairman, Rep. Emanuel Cleaver of Missouri, recently told McClatchy Newspapers.
Well, that vast mass of unemployed may not have cake to eat, but they won’t be hauling out the guillotine any time soon. The shield of the cry of racism will protect him. But he’ll continue to wander around, crying and calling out “Why don’t you love me? Why won’t you do as I say? Just do as I say, dammit! It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Michelle! Michelle! Tell me what to do! What? She’s gone? Dang that woman! Did she take the jet again?!”
We have a Commander in Chief with melted cheese balls.