Last Sunday Candidate Obama gaffed during a speech. In the spirit of fairness, I will print Candidate Obama’s “clarification,” made today, of what he said. Somehow, it does not read any better than the original, but then again I am just some working class glob clinging to my guns and to my Bible, apparently too dumb to know why I am voting.
“There has been a small "political flare-up because I said something that everybody knows is true, which is that there are a whole bunch of folks in small towns in Pennsylvania, in towns right here in Indiana, in my hometown in Illinois, who are bitter," Obama said Saturday morning at a town hall-style meeting at Ball State University in Muncie, Ind. "They are angry. They feel like they have been left behind. They feel like nobody is paying attention to what they're going through. So I said, well you know, when you're bitter you turn to what you can count on. So people, they vote about guns, or they take comfort from their faith and their family and their community. And they get mad about illegal immigrants who are coming over to this country."
Barack Obama needs to take the advice they have given his wife and not say anything unless his high priced speechwriters and focus groups clear it. Don’t adlib, don’t say what he is thinking; just shut the hell up. In case his handlers did not explain it to him, in order to win an election you must NOT motivate the supporters of your opposition.
Each time I hear about Barack Obama’s “middle-class roots,” or “middle-class upbringing,” I feel the need to vomit real blood in a public place. At the lowest point in his life, wherever he was in this large world, he was privileged. If any part of his life can be considered “middle-class,” then I was raised in total abject poverty. He absolutely has no way to relate to “the average American,” and his candidacy would be better served by his not pretending. For the first time in my life I will agree with the great storyteller and famous “sniper dodger” Hillary Clinton; Barack Obama is an Elitist.
James A. Zachary Jr.
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