Skip to comments.The Obama Orphans: Lost in Transition
Posted on 06/04/2009 7:34:34 AM PDT by TCats
When President Obama took over the White House, thousands of campaign workerswho had abandoned the stability of education, careers, and even marriage to work for himfound themselves jobless. We spoke with a few of them.
Politically, the timing of the economic crash was perfect. For the campaign staff, it couldnt have been worse. Wandering a desolate economic landscape, many moved in with parents for the first time in a decade. A few were appointed to positions in the administration. Some got jobs in the White House. The others shared breakfast cereal with mom and dad and wondered if uncertainty elsewhere was better than the stale safety of home.
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Looks like a dose of reality is now being served up in brutal and large quantities to these Idealists led around by a disciple of the Chicago Machine. Not surprising in the least.
Of particular interest to me were the comments at the end of the article. Some of these robots still do not get it while a few get it all too well.
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Welcome to the real world bump!
Not the group I’d be most concerned about in these uncertain economic times.
sorry, I could’nt help myself....
No hope...and only change in their pockets, eh?
They deserve much worse for what they did to the traditional American family in the heartland. Douchebags!
I wonder if this was the “hope and change” they were looking for?
Couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of fools and traitors.
Couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of people. They inflicted this black male version of Evita on us, they worked for it, now let them share the agony and tyranny he’s inflicting on the nation. Let them be first in line for it.
The Children’s Crusades (1212 A.D.)
One day in May 1212 there appeared at Saint-Denis, where King Philip of France was holding his court, a shepherd-boy of about twelve years old called Stephen, from the small town of Cloyes in the Orléannais. He brought with him a letter for the King, which, he said, had been given to him by Christ in person, who had appeared to him as he was tending his sheep and who had bidden him go and preach the Crusade. King Philip was not impressed by the child and told him to go home. But Stephen, whose enthusiasm had been fired by his mysterious visitor, saw himself now as an inspired leader who would succeed where his elders had failed. For the past fifteen years preachers had been going round the country-side urging a Crusade against the Moslems of the East or of Spain or against the heretics of Languedoc. It was easy for an hysterical boy to be infected with the idea that he too could be a preacher and could emulate Peter the Hermit, whose prowess had during the past century reached a legendary grandeur. Undismayed by the King’s indifference, he began to preach at the very entrance to the abbey of Saint-Denis and to announce that he would lead a band of children to the rescue of Christendom. The seas would dry up before them, and they would pass, like Moses through the Red Sea, safe to the Holy Land. He was gifted with an extraordinary eloquence. Older folk were impressed, and children came flocking to his call. After his first success he set out to journey round France summoning the children; and many of his converts went further afield to work on his behalf. They were all to meet together at Vendôme in about a month’s time and start out from there to the East.
Towards the end of June the children massed at Vendôme. Awed contemporaries spoke of thirty thousand, not one over twelve years of age. There were certainly several thousand of them, collected from all parts of the country, some of them simple peasants, whose parents in many cases had willingly let them go on their great mission. But there were also boys of noble birth who had slipped away from home to join Stephen and his following of “minor prophets” as the chroniclers called them. There were also girls amongst them, a few young priests, and a few older pilgrims, some drawn by piety, others, perhaps, from pity, and others, certainly, to share in the gifts that were showered upon them all.
Couldn’t happen to a better bunch. I sure hope they are enjoying that chang. Too bad that that change as been forced on so many who didn’t vote for Obama. This is only the beginning of the bad years America will see and if they are homeless now in another 2 years they are really going to be bad off.
I love a happy ending.
Is this what schadenfreude feels like?