Confessions of an Obamabot

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OK, I think its time for a confession…I am an Obamabot and I’ve played one on the internet. Its time for me to take the blinders off and admit the truth…I really am attached to the status quo and defending it against all you DFH’s. So I succumbed to the idea that if you all would just shut up and listen to the man, all would be well with the world.

Obama came along and blinded me to what’s really going on in the world…and I fell for it. You may wonder why I did, well that one goes deep.

See, the truth is that I don’t like to think for myself…its hard work. I really do like to be comfortable and its important that – especially while blogging – we don’t stir up the pot too much. That’s why I’ve been so attached to small incremental change.

But if you really want to know the truth…I am a secret authoritarian…yeah, who knew?

I can see now that I’ve really been politically naive. Because real change never comes unless we face the evildoers head on and crush them. It’s no surprise that I fell victim to all the talk about 11-dimensional chess and such. Because being a victim is something I do so well.

So if you all will bear with me, hopefully soon I’ll see the light.

You can add up the parts

but you won’t have the sum

You can strike up the march,

there is no drum

Every heart, every heart

to love will come

but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in.



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  1. to Turkana’s eloquence, which I can’t match.

    But what’s good for the goose…??????????????

  2. touche…


  3. a while back on the subject of torture, but it works here, too:

    If you’re out of work;

    If you don’t know where you’re going to find the rent;

    If you’re worried about losing electricity (not to mention DSL);

    You might not have the intestinal fortitude to yell louder because you just might be depressed.

    That was me, last year.  I’m still depressed, fwiw.  Earning barely over minimum wage, need new shoes, need … well, lots of stuff.  Good, healthy food comes to mind.  Some new slacks to wear at work.  TV’s dead: W’s brilliant idea means I’m one of the millions who won’t be watching it (not that I did anyway, except for the weather forecast).

    What do we have left?  Hope.  And I hope that the prez. doesn’t get bought by the Big Money interests…but I really don’t hope very hard.

    He’s a good guy, but he’s one of them.  He is owned by all our oppressors…just like all our senators and reps are owned.

    So, I hope…and I try to do my best at my slave-wage job so I can keep a roof over my head and the power turned on.

    My parents, less educated than I, died with great health benefits & enough to live on in their twilight years.

    I, like so many of my peers, expect to work until I drop dead: no health care, no pension, no nothing.

    Because of policies enacted by the Know-Nothings, starting with Reagan and reaching their inevitable conclusion under Shrubbie.

  4. As a joke.

    • Metta on June 17, 2009 at 08:23

    I would also add hands, and while we’re at it eyes and ears.  It seems that hope, being an abstract concept, gets lost in the argument for definition or meaning. Maybe we forget to image the actions it could inspire, or….let’s say hope is an essence that  is only available through action or some sort of tangible form.  Hope is the result of some positive action not the catalyst for change.  I don’t know, I’m thinking out “loud”.  My glasses are in the other room and the words are bouncing aroun the page.

    • Inky99 on June 17, 2009 at 09:54


    I don’t see it.

    If you do, please point it out to me.


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