My beloved city of Denver has been taken over. Instead of regular hot dog stands gracing the corners of our up-and-coming downtown, vendors selling flashy “I Love Obama” shirts have taken over. Instead of leisurely strollers and tourists gracing the streets, fast-paced delegates with their DNC credentials ever-so ostentatiously draped around their necks clutter our typical thoroughfares. And instead of our typical clean and friendly aesthetic city, barricades, SWAT teams, sirens, heinous protest signs, and loud commotions have bombarded our cozy Goliath-of-altitudes metropolis.
So, why all the ruckus? Sure it’s the Democratic National Convention and it hasn’t been in Denver since 1908, but all the hype, all the hoopla, and all the media coverage seems a bit over the top. Ok, a lot over the top. In fact, it’s a downright circus around here of Roy of "Siegfried and Roy" tiger-mauling scenario proportions. And as I’ve scoped out the scene and observed the pandemonium (not harmonious), I’ve realized that in the end, all of this is not about the Democrats. It’s not about some silly clown convention. It’s not even about this election. Rather, all this bedlam, all this hype is about one man: Barack Obama.
I have always been fascinated with politics ever since I can remember which isn’t saying much because I am relatively young. But in my young life, I have never seen a politician treated with such acclaim and such irrational, emotional worship. This city has been turned upside down because of the arrival and the rhetoric of one man. And we’re not the first city to undergo such a consequence. He’s been all over the world and pretty much everywhere he goes he is treated the same way: like a mythical god.
However, despite what the media illustrates him to be. And despite the fact that some poor misled Christians label him as a prophet. Barack is just a man. A man who we still to this day know little about. A man that has risen out of nowhere and who can’t nail down a sound opinion to save himself because it is apparently “above his pay grade.” He is a man who a New York Times article states “has established dominion over not only what he does but also how he feels.” He is essentially, a robot and a product of sound-bite media coupled with an eerie charismatic anointing. However, he is, still, just a man.
Tonight, the whole world awaits as the Obama public relation and propaganda machine comes to full fruition as this man accepts his party’s nomination on a grandiose stage of frivolous and epic magnitude. And, to make it even more interesting, this is all going down on the anniversary of one of the most celebrated speeches in American history by the other most celebrated black man in American history. We’ve seen some crazy publicity stunts up until this point, but I think we’re all going to witness something tonight that topples any thing that we have seen before. To make sound sure of this, his loyal subjects and followers have built a shrine equipped with roman colonnades just for the occasion proving that this “Audacity of Hope” proponent has the audacity and the gumption to present himself to the rest of the world as a god.
The sad thing is, people are going to believe him. His delivery will be impeccable, his smile will be flawless, and the applause will be deafening. But it will be more of the same mantra. More of the same toothy grin and fist pumps. It will be all the same dog and pony show we have seen in this last year. But the world will be dazzled. Eyes will be moist and nostalgic feelings of the great Martin Luther King Jr. will be conjured to the surface. You think you saw tears when Hillary conceded the nomination? Get ready. In seven hours, Invesco Field is going to be awash with teary-eyed Dems and other confused and mesmerized charlatans.
But when all is said and done, and the ridiculous colonnade comes down and Barack and his cronies fly back to wherever they have come from, my hope is not all of us will have been deceived by this grandeur, glamorous charade we are about to witness. My hope is some of us will keep our senses and our intelligence and not cast it into the wind of false hope. And on top of that, my hope is after tonight, we’ll finally get our city back to normal.
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I JUST said this to Trevor as we were having lunch on the mall today. I was like, "McCain's ad is right. He's a celebrity." Everyone downtown is wearing t-shirts with Obama's face pasted across their chest, or having conversations about who knows the most about Obama's home life or family. It's absolute insanity! I even saw a button that said "Obama Bless America" instead of "God." Wow.
AND, they may call him Martin Luther King, Jr. the Second, but MLK Jr. was a REPUBLICAN.
Tdo - I am sorry I missed the scene in Denver - surely it was a pure delight to be surrounded by a bunch of crying people who probably either (a) haven't showered since the 70s or (b) are two young to remember the 70s (and thus don't understand the unraveling of our culture that was the decade's by-product).
The more I watch, the more fearful I am, not because I believe Obama can radically “change” America, but because as American’s we must be experiencing some profound emptiness to believe in all his hype.
We can only hope that the ever inflating balloon that is Barak Obama pops with a loud boom and then silently falls to the ground before November.
T-Dogg: couldn't have said it better myself. This man is nothing but a puppet of the ever-distancing left, taught to say what they want him to say disguised in a cloak of wisdom. It's scary what our country is starting to accept as common norm and worse to promote it.
I sense some hard times ahead.
But you know what? Sibling night. Coming soon. That'll ease tensions around here. That, and just what you said: until the heinous populace packs up and leaves. It's like you took the words right out of my mouth. Without the pomp.
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