Welcome to the Bubble House

J.C. Arenas
Welcome to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, the primary residence and workplace of the President of the United States. Today, the man who lives here is sportively enjoying the perks of the office, but shamefully refusing to deal with the scrutiny that comes along for the ride. In doing so, he's transformed the house at this illustrious address into a fortified shelter lost in its own fantasy, willfully ignorant to the reality of the outside world.

Welcome to the Bubble House.

When it's time to work, there's always room on the calendar here for Andy Stern, Jeffrey Immelt, and Kim Gandy. When it's time to play, Stevie Wonder, Earth, Wind, and Fire, and Wagyu beef are welcomed inside with open arms -- and tummies. But if you don't fit inside this president's utopia, no access pass for you!

That means if you're one of many who hit the streets earlier this year in opposition to his tax and spend policies, he was unaware of you. If you flocked to a town-hall meeting over the summer to speak out against his radical concept of health-care reform, he was dismissive towards you. And if you were a voter who finally had a chance on Tuesday night to give him an indication as to whether you wanted to keep handing the ball off to his supporters of "Hope and Change" or punt, he opted to watch the Chicago Bulls instead -- probably because he already knew what play you were running.

The Bubble House is only open to those who are devout members of Obama's choir -- people who see the world as he sees it. Collectively, they are the champions of the less fortunate, but are privileged enough to dine on $100 per pound red meat. They are the "mandated" reformers of our "flawed" society yet they have to disguise their message of change as improvement because its real meaning is destruction via radical transformation. They are advocators of honest debate, but what they really expect is universal agreement. That's why protestors, Fox News, and Tuesday's night elections aren't allowed inside. They all represent the forces of dissent and push back against the president's agenda and neither of those forces are welcomed into his world. But the goal here isn't to be a part of the club. Why should you trust him when you aren't confident in the path he aspires to lead your country down? Ultimately, you're left with two options: You can either continue to beat the team or you can resign and join it. If Tuesday night was any indication, I'd wager you're committed to this fight and your unrelenting efforts will help pop his bubble; then we can welcome Barack Obama to reality.

Yes we can.

J.C. Arenas is a frequent contributor to American Thinker and welcomes your comments at jcarenas.com
Welcome to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, the primary residence and workplace of the President of the United States. Today, the man who lives here is sportively enjoying the perks of the office, but shamefully refusing to deal with the scrutiny that comes along for the ride. In doing so, he's transformed the house at this illustrious address into a fortified shelter lost in its own fantasy, willfully ignorant to the reality of the outside world.

Welcome to the Bubble House.

When it's time to work, there's always room on the calendar here for Andy Stern, Jeffrey Immelt, and Kim Gandy. When it's time to play, Stevie Wonder, Earth, Wind, and Fire, and Wagyu beef are welcomed inside with open arms -- and tummies. But if you don't fit inside this president's utopia, no access pass for you!

That means if you're one of many who hit the streets earlier this year in opposition to his tax and spend policies, he was unaware of you. If you flocked to a town-hall meeting over the summer to speak out against his radical concept of health-care reform, he was dismissive towards you. And if you were a voter who finally had a chance on Tuesday night to give him an indication as to whether you wanted to keep handing the ball off to his supporters of "Hope and Change" or punt, he opted to watch the Chicago Bulls instead -- probably because he already knew what play you were running.

The Bubble House is only open to those who are devout members of Obama's choir -- people who see the world as he sees it. Collectively, they are the champions of the less fortunate, but are privileged enough to dine on $100 per pound red meat. They are the "mandated" reformers of our "flawed" society yet they have to disguise their message of change as improvement because its real meaning is destruction via radical transformation. They are advocators of honest debate, but what they really expect is universal agreement. That's why protestors, Fox News, and Tuesday's night elections aren't allowed inside. They all represent the forces of dissent and push back against the president's agenda and neither of those forces are welcomed into his world. But the goal here isn't to be a part of the club. Why should you trust him when you aren't confident in the path he aspires to lead your country down? Ultimately, you're left with two options: You can either continue to beat the team or you can resign and join it. If Tuesday night was any indication, I'd wager you're committed to this fight and your unrelenting efforts will help pop his bubble; then we can welcome Barack Obama to reality.

Yes we can.

J.C. Arenas is a frequent contributor to American Thinker and welcomes your comments at jcarenas.com