Posted on 10/12/2008 7:20:40 PM PDT by Pinkbell
Obama is my homeboy. And I'm not saying that because he's black - I'm saying that in reference to those Urban Outfitters t-shirts from a couple years ago that said, "Jesus is my homeboy." Yes, I just said it. Obama is my Jesus.
While you may be overtly religious and find this to be idol-worshipping, or may be overtly politically correct and just know that everything in that sentence could be found offensive, I'm afraid it's true anyway.
As with many spiritual enlightenments, mine came in the middle of a bleak, hopeless period of my life. The innocent, idealistic world of politics that had shaped my childhood, the one that taught me how the president is a good guy, one who makes you feel safe, gives a speech on TV every once in a while and one you'd feel honored to shake hands with, had been slowly whittled into a deep rooted cynicism to anything politically related.
The crush of the Bush victory over Gore was only the first mar on my previously consummate ideal of the American administration. And the tragedies just kept continuing: Bush's response to the Sept.11 attacks, the invasion of Iraq, the tax cuts for the rich, the downward spiral continued squashing my scant hope that the political world and state of our country could be saved.
Then I found my miracle. Stumbling through my hopeless world, afraid to turn to anyone with my political questions of morality, my concerns about the afterlife of the country I called home, a voice spoke to me.
Barack Obama bore to me his testimony in 2004 at the Democratic National Convention, a testimony that included believing in concepts as simple and wholesome as the Constitution; a belief the current administration had done away with entirely. I was 17 and my antipathy for politicians was already in place before I had even reached the age to legally vote for one. He, though, seemed different. I was intrigued. I would follow him. I believed however, that my discipleship would lead me on a much longer path to political change than was true. He was much too young, not white enough, not rich enough, not jaded - the country certainly wasn't ready for this, maybe in 12 or 16 years he would be able to run in the Democratic primary, I thought.
My interest was piqued, but the dark time lived on until my faith in others was renewed on Jan. 4 in the Iowa state primary. Obama had beat out squeaky clean southern boy John Edwards and former first lady and next in the line of political succession Hillary Clinton. I was in shock. And then I came to Jesus/Obama.
I donated to the campaign. I followed every primary with bated breath, and muttered my prayers to the political gods while proselytizing the miracle of my new prophet. I got a car magnet, I bought a t-shirt; a pin and bumper sticker are on their way to my campus mailbox. Then the media and right wing questioning began: what is he? A rock star, or the next president? Bono or Britney? The naysayers used his popularity among young people against him. Who had ever heard of political posters in college dorm rooms? Bumper stickers on the back of your high school neighbor's Jetta? Guess what those "Jesus is my homeboy" t-shirts were replaced with at Urban Outfitters? A smiling Obama under his own cutesy sayings like "Obama for yo Mama."
I must admit, I questioned this myself. After all, would I have ever bought a t-shirt with Al Gore's face on it? Was this all he was, the newest pop culture fad? I questioned my newfound faith - was it all only a phase, like the time I thought I was Baptist in junior high? But my inner dogmatic struggle only helped cement my beliefs as I followed politics more closely than ever before. Obama's mere presence, knowledge and enthusiasm in the political realm inspired my own desire to understand what exactly had gone wrong, what exactly he could do to remedy the mess we'd made.
Then I began to realize I wasn't the only one trying to buy a WWOD bracelet and spending my weekends scouring CNN.com. The rock star-type love for Obama wasn't just because he was pretty and in the media. Others too, had seen him as a shining light, heard that mythical voice boom out over the mountaintops; people were wearing the t-shirt because they would rather wear something representing a politician than a pop star. People everywhere, young and old, were caring again. So what's the problem here?
I've officially been saved, and soon, whether they like it or not, the rest of the country will be too. I will follow him, all the way to the White House, and I'll be standing there in our nation's capital in January 2009, when Barack Obama is inaugurated as the 44th president of the United States of America. In the name of Obama, Amen.
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This poor, poor, pitiful broad!
Crack will do that to you. Ask Laz.
Is it a coincidence that the shirt is brown?
I believe what she is saying. I saw Obama talking at a campaign stop yesteday. He gave the usual thank the Mayor stuff, then he got this smirky look on his face and said, “And thank the Lord for this beautiful day”. The people in the crowd started chanting Obama, Obama, and the look on his face was....I can’t describe it, and I cannot describe the feeling it gave me. All I could do was cry out, “God please NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”. This is a cultish thing, he intended it to be. And the cult leader is about to cannibalize his flock.
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I love him, I love him, I love him
And where he goes I’ll follow, I’ll follow, I’ll follow-
I will follow him, follow him wherever he may go
There isn’t an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep me away
I must follow him, ever since he touched my hand I knew
That near him I always must be
And nothing can keep him from me
He is my destiny
I love him, I love him, I love him
And where he goes I’ll follow, I’ll follow, I’ll follow
Hell always be my true love, my true love, my true love
From now until forever, forever, forever
I will follow him, follow him wherever he may go
There isn’t an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep, keep me away
Away from my love.
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anti-Christ
As the saying goes:
“First you get disciples, and then they crucify you.”
bugmenot.com is your friend in these cases.
It advised me to use me@my.com
Worked fine.
Marxism replaces God with the all powerful gov’t. Obama is going to be all powerful if he is elected and we are going down the road to Marxism. With the faithful thinking this time it will work, because the right people are in charge.
Man, is this idiot in for a suprize when she finds out what Obama really is.
I guess this can translate to once an idiot, always an idiot.
Bush may be disappointing, but still 1000x's better than Gore.
This is a person who is doomed to always step in doggy-doo on the way to a job interview.
A cronic looser.
Advice to this idiot: Don't bother buying loto tickets. You will NEVER win.
She’s going to be surprised when her “personal jesus” doesn’t forgive her debts before God, and she is in **** for her wrong assumptions!
Flatulence from a typical Obamaphile.
Dumber than dirt.
That's how fascism happens.
She won’t find a Messiah when she dies, she will find a Judge.
Poor, poor woman.
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