Obama's Teachable Moments: A Personal Tale

When Barack Obama was elected president the first time around, I was filled with an immediate sense of dread.  

It was baffling to witness the joy expressed by so many that the country had, among other things, elected the first black president. If we had elected a woman with a background like Obama's, I would have felt shame and a lost opportunity that something so historic was wasted on a person so undeserving. And more importantly, on someone who would damage our nation in unthinkable ways.

As election night wound down, I could not fall asleep. I lay in bed trembling. While much about Obama remained shrouded in mystery, I knew enough. He would be a menace to our nation.

My mind spun as I imagined the kinds of policies he would pursue, the manner in which he would govern, and the ways he would tilt foreign policy to favor enemies of free people. It was the first time in my life when election results left me petrified. Like most people, I've lived through elections with disappointing outcomes. But never had I imagined that a person who had the makings of a traitor would be elected to the presidency.

Do you know that feeling when something so awful happens that you are in a state of utter disbelief? When you wake up the next morning and have to regroup because you re-experience the shock of a new reality that has launched itself headlong into your life?

And so I thought, how are we going to survive four years of this man as the leader of the free world? Four years is a long time. A lot can happen in four years.

And so it has.

As Obama's first term wound down and the 2012 election ramped up, I clung to a desperate hope that he would not be chosen a second time. But as Election Day drew near, I couldn't shake the sinking feeling that he would win again. And how would we survive four more years of madness?

So here we are in the early stage of Obama's second term with years yet to go. And if Obama ever had the gloves on, they're certainly off now as he exposes his tyrannical nature without shame.

Life feels different under this administration. At times it's hard to put my finger on other than sensing something sinister afoot. And I realize how much I've taken my freedom, and my country, for granted.

In addition to a general sense of unease, I feel hyper aware of many concrete changes. I feel the invasion of the thought police. I'm self conscious of emails and phone conversations. I wonder how my health care will change. I wonder how an increasingly lawless society will continue to deteriorate. I wonder if we will be left without the ability to defend ourselves and our families. I wonder about how far this will go and if we will ever be able to reclaim that which makes our nation so unique, so free, and so great. I wonder, in disbelief, if this is taste of tyrannical rule.

I mean no disrespect to people who have suffered and continue to suffer under ruthless tyrants -- people who have been kidnapped, tortured, and killed under horribly oppressive regimes. I don't mean to compare what is happening in America right now to something far worse in places around the world.

But I feel us sliding down a slope into darkness as the left is increasingly brazen -- targeting American citizens while bolstering enemies who want to destroy us. All the while, the government continues to amass personal data on law-abiding citizens as Obama's list of lies grows ever-longer. Anyone paying attention with a stomach for the truth knows that it is often the opposite of what Obama says.







Obama is not afraid to lie. Not afraid to openly target people who do not support him. Not afraid to be a bully. Not afraid to push the bounds of our constitutional republic aside to have his way. He gets away with all of this because, among other things, the media lets him. And now, ironically, he is targeting them, too. The most open, transparent government in history promised by Obama has been given the special honor of being "the most secretive since Nixon," as the press function in "a climate of fear." If the latter isn't the classic example of first they came for ...and then they came for me, I don't know what is. Yet the msm still carries Obama's water. Go figure.

Meanwhile, Obama reveals himself in startling ways that lead one to question if he doth protest too much. Or perhaps he laments.

"I am not a dictator." Or a "king." Or an "emperor."

"We're not some banana republic."

What kind of leader makes such assertions?

And who states about Benghazi, as Obama glibly did to Tyrone Woods' father, that his actions would not have been any different even if it were his own family that had been under attack? I'm not sure which is worse: to contemplate yet another lie about something so horrendous, or to imagine that Obama would, indeed, abandon his family to perish while under attack. Worse, Obama's letter to Mr. Woods reiterated the oft-heard point that there was, essentially, nothing we could have done to save American lives in Benghazi. Couple that Hillary Clinton's "what difference, at this point, does it make" and you get a snapshot of evil in action.

The evil that is Obama comes in many forms, all with the same ultimate goal: the destruction of America. Most recently, Obama illegally usurped the constitutionally-granted power of the purse given to the House of Representatives by threatening default. He gave the country two choices. Give me what I want or I will plunge this nation into financial ruin. Not a dictator, eh? Mark Levin chillingly called Obama's actions a type of coup.

These are but a few examples that provide frighteningly clear answers to the questions I pondered on election night in 2008. Obama has proven himself to be a traitor to all America stands for, for all America has been, and for all America now struggles to continue to be.

I wonder if we keep going the way we are, what the nation will look like. In one year. In five years. In ten years. And I wonder if life will ever be the same again.

Then I catch myself feeling morose. And overwhelmed. I'm just one person. I can't fix this. (But I hope someone will.)

I hope a great leader will emerge and make everything right again.

I hope there will be a massive protest.

I hope the ideas proposed by Mark Levin in The Liberty Amendments take off. How, or by whom, I do not know.

I believe we need to tackle things on all fronts, including local government. But am I willing to run for city council? Am I even willing to canvas for a good local candidate?

Can I accept this fight will be long and hard and that things may not improve in my lifetime? How much am I willing to give? How much fortitude can I muster?

Is there a way, and do I have the will, to shift the expectations I had for my life to accept that it's going to take more -- a whole lot more -- than I'd ever imagined to do my part? And, if so, what will my part be?

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