Civility Returns to Gleason's Gym

David Lawrence
There has been a hush of civility in Gleason's Gym ever since Obama flubbed the debate.  The crowd of liberals no longer feels so cocky, so puffed up, so ready to defend Obama or tease me about how I could vote for Romney.

It's as if the inflated Democrats sat on pins and had all the air pushed out of their balloons.  They can't possibly feel superior when their transcendent leader fell to ground in a puddle of elastic.  Obama was so dull that the sound of boxers getting knocked to the ground echo above his failure in the three rings around me.

Former world champion Yuri Foreman walks by me without ribbing me about my choice of Romney.  He is studying to be a rabbi.  He would regularly tease me about my voting for Romney, but he looks sheepish today.  I tell him that I ran into his rabbi in the street, and he told me that he's not going to vote for Obama this time around.  He turns around, smirks, embarrassed, and continues over to his trainer, Pedro Saiz, a former contender with whom I used to spar.

The divisiveness was hot before Obama failed.  We can see that if Obama is out of the picture, the country might heal again.  The scars of his class warfare will fall from our faces.  We can all be friends again.

Obama divided us not because he's black.  He divided us because he slipped into the persona of an arrogant liberal white while using his blackness as a playing card to win at the gamble of race-baiting.

He promised us unity and togetherness but accentuated discord and finger-pointing.  My mother taught me when I was young that it was not civil to point my finger at anyone.  I guess Obama's alienated mother didn't teach him that. 

Obama stomped on civility with his rhetoric until he lost the debate.  That's also when the Democrats lost their hot air.  But most of them will still vote for him, no matter how embarrassed they are.  They won't want to admit how bad he was because they will feel like fools for having voted for him before.  They will have to vote for him to protect their engorged egos.  Cognitive dissonance will dictate their sticking with their poor choice.

Communism teaches brotherhood, but its actual history is fratricide.  Stalin and Mao killed millions of their own people.  Talk is cheap and is not deed.  Obama's mentor was Frank Marshall Davis.  His allegiance in college was the New Party.  He studied radical Saul Alinksy.  He sat before the feet of America hating Reverend Wright.  He was friends with Bill Ayers.  He lived near Louis Farrakhan.  He led us into food stamps and poverty while he kept announcing that he was taking us to the land of milk and honey, where all would have their fair share, even if they had to rob that share from someone else's pile.

As Clinton said before he became his party's shill, "give me a break."  Obama should never have been elected the head of a capitalist country.  He is a spender, not an earner.  He is a taker, not a giver.

Still, a patina of peace covers the gym, a filigree of what our country could be like without Obama.  He has been an obtrusive presence, a covert racist, a class warrior, and an anti-neo-colonialist who backed with Eric Holder the New Black Panthers, civilian trials for bloodthirsty terrorists, the adolescent OWS fools, anti-police Professor Gates, and his fake son, Trayvon Martin.  If we go back to the days of Reverend Wright, Derrick Bell, and Bill Ayers, Obama looks even worse.  He buries us in divisiveness.

Thanks to the debate, I now breathe the air of harmony in the gym.  The extremist Democrats are embarrassed to boast about their leader's failure.  I see them all wearing sunglasses, hiding their eyes, in a surrealistic boxing landscape.  If only Magritte were alive, we could commission a painting of the gym minus Obama's failed influence.

The president's taken care of for now.  Meantime, let's hope that tonight's debate wipes out the influence of Joe Biden.

There has been a hush of civility in Gleason's Gym ever since Obama flubbed the debate.  The crowd of liberals no longer feels so cocky, so puffed up, so ready to defend Obama or tease me about how I could vote for Romney.

It's as if the inflated Democrats sat on pins and had all the air pushed out of their balloons.  They can't possibly feel superior when their transcendent leader fell to ground in a puddle of elastic.  Obama was so dull that the sound of boxers getting knocked to the ground echo above his failure in the three rings around me.

Former world champion Yuri Foreman walks by me without ribbing me about my choice of Romney.  He is studying to be a rabbi.  He would regularly tease me about my voting for Romney, but he looks sheepish today.  I tell him that I ran into his rabbi in the street, and he told me that he's not going to vote for Obama this time around.  He turns around, smirks, embarrassed, and continues over to his trainer, Pedro Saiz, a former contender with whom I used to spar.

The divisiveness was hot before Obama failed.  We can see that if Obama is out of the picture, the country might heal again.  The scars of his class warfare will fall from our faces.  We can all be friends again.

Obama divided us not because he's black.  He divided us because he slipped into the persona of an arrogant liberal white while using his blackness as a playing card to win at the gamble of race-baiting.

He promised us unity and togetherness but accentuated discord and finger-pointing.  My mother taught me when I was young that it was not civil to point my finger at anyone.  I guess Obama's alienated mother didn't teach him that. 

Obama stomped on civility with his rhetoric until he lost the debate.  That's also when the Democrats lost their hot air.  But most of them will still vote for him, no matter how embarrassed they are.  They won't want to admit how bad he was because they will feel like fools for having voted for him before.  They will have to vote for him to protect their engorged egos.  Cognitive dissonance will dictate their sticking with their poor choice.

Communism teaches brotherhood, but its actual history is fratricide.  Stalin and Mao killed millions of their own people.  Talk is cheap and is not deed.  Obama's mentor was Frank Marshall Davis.  His allegiance in college was the New Party.  He studied radical Saul Alinksy.  He sat before the feet of America hating Reverend Wright.  He was friends with Bill Ayers.  He lived near Louis Farrakhan.  He led us into food stamps and poverty while he kept announcing that he was taking us to the land of milk and honey, where all would have their fair share, even if they had to rob that share from someone else's pile.

As Clinton said before he became his party's shill, "give me a break."  Obama should never have been elected the head of a capitalist country.  He is a spender, not an earner.  He is a taker, not a giver.

Still, a patina of peace covers the gym, a filigree of what our country could be like without Obama.  He has been an obtrusive presence, a covert racist, a class warrior, and an anti-neo-colonialist who backed with Eric Holder the New Black Panthers, civilian trials for bloodthirsty terrorists, the adolescent OWS fools, anti-police Professor Gates, and his fake son, Trayvon Martin.  If we go back to the days of Reverend Wright, Derrick Bell, and Bill Ayers, Obama looks even worse.  He buries us in divisiveness.

Thanks to the debate, I now breathe the air of harmony in the gym.  The extremist Democrats are embarrassed to boast about their leader's failure.  I see them all wearing sunglasses, hiding their eyes, in a surrealistic boxing landscape.  If only Magritte were alive, we could commission a painting of the gym minus Obama's failed influence.

The president's taken care of for now.  Meantime, let's hope that tonight's debate wipes out the influence of Joe Biden.