In the movie, The Matrix, you have a choice between the Blue Pill or the Red Pill: the red pill opens your eyes to the truth, letting you see the world as it really is. The blue pill allows you to live in blissful ignorance with no idea what’s really going on. It is strange that Obama would invoke Matrix comparisons by using the red/blue pill analogy in his ObamaCare pitch. Even if it was unintentional; it is still creepy.
There is been much speculation on exactly what Obama is doing during this delay on making a decision about Afghanistan. Some, like VP Cheney thinks Obama is dithering.
dither – A state of indecisive agitation. To be uncertain or unable to make a decision about something;
dithering – To be nervously irresolute in acting or doing
I was thinking that diddling is a good description of Obama’s state of mind and action.
diddling – 1. manipulate manually or in one’s mind or imagination. 2. to waste (as time) in a trifling manner. 3. hoax, swindle. 4. to copulate with or masturbate
1. Obama could be using the delay for political manipulation. He could be putting off making a decision until after the ObamaCare vote since whatever the decision, some Democrat faction will be unhappy.
2. Maybe he just can’t stay focused.
3. He may be looking for a way to set up a flip-flop.
4. Obama might just be screwing the country as usual.
Fiddle around: Waste time doing silly things, or unsuccessful things
Even if there is no ulterior motive, Obama is wasting precious time and hurting our soldiers.
A superficial and unscholarly comparison between Nero and Obama does give one pause, particularly in considering what long-term effects Obama’s presidency will have on the US.
Nero is known for: his mad self-indulgence; cruelty; arrogance; outrageous and dangerous behavior; blaming the fire he set in Rome on the Christians; high living with disregard for the needs of his subjects; killing his mother when she became inconvenience.
Obama… Chicago Olympics Bid Gets Higher Priority than War In Afghanistan, 5 Video Tapes, New White House Office, South Lawn Event, Rose Garden Event, Lobbying Efforts At UN And G-20, Numerous Phone Calls, And $112,000 Flight To Copenhagen With 2 Cabinet Officials And A U.S. Senator.
Instead of adoring his own image, Obama loves to hear himself talk – about himself. In just 41 speeches so far this year, not including this week’s big speech at the United Nations, Obama has talked about himself nearly 1,200 times – 1,198 to be exact. (That breaks down to 1,121 “I”s and just 77 “me”s.) And that just includes 34 weekly addresses and his seven major speeches. Count the hundreds of other public speeches and he’d be off the charts….
Obama’s attack mentality and Chicago Style Thuggery is well documented. His egotistical arrogance is demonstrated by how openly he attacks, intimidates and exacts retribution.
“Do I live for the people or do the people live for me? … These people expect me to shine both day and night!” –Peter Ustinov as Nero in Quo Vadis
“Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.”
“People of Berlin – people of the world – this is our moment. This is our time.”
“America, this is our moment. This is our time. Our time to turn the page of the policies of the past.”
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Obama at U.N.: It’s Not All About Me, It’s Just ALL About Me by Amy Proctor
Could Obama’s dithering be tied in with his obsessive need to get ObamaCare passed?
ObamaCare Debate Risks Lives of More U.S. Troops by Kevin Hassett
How very sad for poor Mr. (Legend In His Own Mind) Jesse Jackson. Getting old must be hell for him when some young reporter didn’t recognize him (we know she didn’t in spite of her attempts to cover up the faux pas) I feel soooooooooo bad for Mr. (Legend In His Own Mind) Jesse Jackson… NOT!
You place your hand on His Bible
When you swear to tell the truth
His name is on our greatest monuments
And all our money too.
And when we pledge allegiance
There’s no doubt where we stand
There’s no separation
We’re one nation under Him.
In God we still trust…
Here in America
He’s the one we turn to
Every time the going gets rough.
HE is the source of all our strength
The one who watches over us,
Here in America
In God we still trust.
IN GOD WE STILL TRUST
by Diamond Rio
Just as the swallows return to their nests in Capistrano, robins to their posts over worm holes, Chicago street sweepers descend upon residential neighborhoods, leaving confusion and ill-feelings in their wake. Unwary citizens with the temerity to park their cars in front of their homes find their cars either ticketed or towed to some nebulous nether regions called City Pounds. Their crime: parking on city streets between 9 am and 4 pm on days when those lumbering, mechanized brooms, inefficient at that, scrape the asphalt of debris. Talk about swatting a fly with a 12 gauge shot gun.
But such is the march of Time and Liberal Progress. Eco-Nazis have deemed leaf burning a capital offense against Gaia, and for the price of an overpriced mechanized broom-cum-mop and an equally over-paid civil servant, usually a friend or relative of the local alderman or precinct captain, the same quality of street sanitation is obtained that a father and his eager son produced 50 years ago. Leaves persistent enough to remain on branches, and twigs and small branches loosened by winter and spring winds that cluttered up city streets were offered to the gods in frequent funeral pyres. Pere and fils shared the unique bonding a father and son can no longer enjoy legally, building a mound of combustibles and setting match to it.
What boy is not fascinated by fire? What father is not fascinated by a son that actually enjoyed sweeping the street and raking leaves? The rule about not playing with matches was set aside on these rare occasions, and Diamond Matches’ stock rose as boxes and boxes flew from store shelves in preparation for the coming conflagrations. Gone are those days, for here too, the long Liberal arm has intruded its insatiable grasp and deprived the citizenry of yet another simple pleasure.
It dawned on me today what a bitter sweet experience going to the potty can be. It has its unpleasant aspects, but oh how sweet it is when successfully completed.
I also realized, in this great cycle of life starts with a diaper and ends with a diaper, that I have just about reached my second toddler age… Not ready for depends just yet, but needing to rush to the potty as soon the urge hits in order to avoid accidents… Wonder if they make pull-up pampers for adults who have bladders that are going through the terrible twos?