The Obama Express

Earlier today I had to run a few errands. On my way back home I noticed a Maryland State Police car blocking the entrance to a church about a mile from my home. I then saw another MSP car on the side of the road about a half mile from my home. As I approached the road to turn into my development I saw about 6 cars on the side of the road and people standing off to the side looking at the railroad tracks. I then realized that the Obama Express was going to pass by there and that these morons were waiting to see a train with some glimmer of Hope that the sainted one would wave at them.

The tracks are about 200 yards from my home and from my front yard I can see the trains that regularly pass by. All I kept hoping was that nothing happened up here and that he was able to make his way to Baltimore where tens of thousands of people waited all day to hear him speak. I did not want my area to be the place known for something bad happening to the messiah. Not that any of the Conservatives here would do much. They were busy working or taking care of their personal business. Besides, his followers are usually the ones who are arrested for breaking the law. It is obvious that Obama does not have a lot of support here because there were nearly as many police officers as followers. I like it that way.

I got to thinking about the train and the whole dog and pony show Obama is putting on. I call it political bling. Rappers wear expensive jewelery and flash their status with that bling as if to say; “Look at me, I’m something.”

The Obama express and all the self aggrandizing events that have been going on are Obama’s way of saying the same thing, bling, bling.

Thinking about the train ride made me think of song about a train (no not Love Train or Crazy Train). With all due respect to Johnny Cash, I present the Obama Express:

I see the train a comin’
It’s rollin’ ’round the bend,
Don’t wanna see ole hopenchange,
Since I’m not a fan,
I’m stuck in liberal Prison,
And time keeps draggin’ on,
But the liberals keep extollin’,
Cause he’s their sainted one.

When he was just a baby,
His granny told him, “Son,
Always be a good boy,
Don’t ever take no drugs,”
But he took some coke and MJ,
Just to get real high,
When I hear what he was doin’,
I know we’ve lost our minds.

Too many were a screethin’,
In line at the bar,
They drank up all the Kool Aid,
And voted for their Lord,
But I know we had it comin’,
I know we can’t be free,
Til his peeps exit D C,
And that’s what tortures me.

Well, if they freed us from this burden,
If they found he’s not legit,
I bet I’d see a lotta libs with spittle,
Hanging from their lips,
That’s not gonna happen,
Much to our dismay,
So We’ll wait for Sarah Palin,
To come and save the day.

God Save America.

Buy guns and ammo…

Big Dog

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3 Responses to “The Obama Express”

  1. Barbara says:

    PRIDE COMES BEFORE A FALL!!!

  2. Liberty Card says:

    Obama’s Cult Of Personality is very worrisome. Conservatives, for the most part, do not have government jobs or are employed in enterprises that demand work, not activism.

    The squeaking wheel gets the grease. Will he ever go away?

  3. Big Dog,
    That poem is a work of art!

    I plan on posting it, with Johnny Cash’s song playing at the same time — assuming that PlayList offers the tune, that is.

    I noted on this morning’s news that the media deliberately chose some spot where lots of people were waiting along the tracks. Typical of the media, of course.