RUTHFULLY YOURS

If you’re reading this, you’ve almost made it through the Obama years. God knows it hasn’t been easy holding on this long. If you’re like me, there were days you felt as if you’d aged ten years, just trying to bitterly cling to your leaky life raft.

Maybe you’re one of the 23 million Americans who are unemployed, under-employed, or who have given up looking for work. Who can blame you for despairing, when two-thirds of the jobs in the last four years have gone to new immigrants, many of them illegals? But don’t worry if, like one out of six Americans, you’re sinking into poverty — after all, Obama assures us that “the private sector is doing fine.”

Maybe you or someone you love is serving in our military. Your lives have been endangered by Obama’s disastrous rules of engagement, with 70% of the fatalities in Afghanistan occurring during his term. Every day, you wake up to a commander-in-chief so indifferent to your needs that he let four American heroes die, unaided, in a seven-hour terror attack in Benghazi. Making matters unbearably worse, he watched the assault live. But, rest assured, Obama thinks you make “a pretty good photo op,” even if your slaughter is “not optimal.”

Or perhaps you lost the business you started with your blood, sweat, and tears, or that your family had nurtured for generations. Like Bill’s Barbecue, an 82-year-old local institution in Richmond, Virginia, you had to fire all your hardworking employees, disappoint your loyal customers, and shut the doors for good. If you owned one of 200,000 small businesses that vanished between 2008 and 2010, wiping out more than three million jobs, Obama won’t be sending you a sympathy card anytime soon. After all, the ex-community organizer preaches, “… you didn’t build that. Somebody else made that happen.”

Are you a doctor who worries about losing your medical practice when ObamaCare roars into full effect? You spent your youth studying and taking on massive debt for medical school so you could dedicate your life to helping others. Now, facing 2,700 pages of ObamaCare regulations, you’re one of 360,000 physicians who plan on “leaving their practice or taking an early retirement” if ObamaCare stands. That’s 45% of working doctors! Of course, Obama won’t be sorry to see you go. This is the guy who claims that “… doctors would rather take out tonsils than treat a sore throat because it pays better” and “… doctors would rather cut off legs for $50,000 than take care of a diabetic before it got to this point.”

The casualties, the miseries, the torments add up. One and a half million senior citizens losing their homes to foreclosure…half of college graduates can’t find full-time jobs…net worth of families plunging 40%…the ratio of new food stamp recipients to new net jobs skyrocketing to 75 to 1…violent crime up by 18%…America’s credit rating downgraded for the first time in history.

And at the center of our nightmare lurks the peculiar character now residing in the people’s house at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. We can see him only through his media-induced saintly glow — yet we have come to know him all too well. He shimmers before our disbelieving eyes, a self-described piece of “eye candy” with dead fish hands, framed by Greek columns.

The grieving father of slain Benghazi hero Tyrone Woods described meeting Obama at Andrews Air Force Base, when his son’s casket arrived from Libya. “Shaking hands with him, quite frankly, was like shaking hands with a dead fish. His face was pointed towards me but he would not look me in the eye, his eyes were over my shoulder…I could tell that he was not sorry. He had no remorse.”

Several days after the casket ceremony, Obama materialized on The View to modestly proclaim he was there just as “eye candy.” The ladies on The View swooned, but the American people turned away in disgust. Their dream of hope and change had morphed into a nightmare. And now, their passionate new dream was to stampede to the voting booth on November 6 and vote the nightmare over.

Predictably, now that Obama is fated to vaporize like a bad dream, the ugliness behind his persona is swarming to the forefront. His followers threaten us with violence in expensive campaign commercials that degrade anyone who sees them. Their images are explicitly nightmarish: zombies who will eat our flesh, old people who will castrate us for eternity. Bill Maher, who donated one million dollars to Obama’s campaign, just warned us, “If you’re thinking about voting for Mitt Romney, I would like to make this one plea: black people know who you are, and they will come after you.”

I find it so fitting that Obama is ending his reign by exhorting his followers to get “revenge.” Right from the start, the smiling messiah was always surrounded by a pulsating aura of violence. “If they bring a knife to the fight, we bring a gun,” he said. And “my administration is the only thing between you and the pitchforks.” And “we’re going to punish our enemies and reward our friends.”

And so, as the date of Obama’s electoral humiliation nears, the Twitter-verse is exploding with riot threats. Many of these illiterate curses are echoing the debased language of “Special Adviser to the President” Kareem Dale. Ordinary Americans now worry, with good reason, that violence will be unleashed against us as punishment for waking up from our Hopium illusions.

Whatever happens, be strong and of good courage. The man who set out to “fundamentally transform” the country, accompanied by a wife who had never been proud of America, can no longer hypnotize us into doing his will.

Our long Obama nightmare is almost over. The restoration of the American dream is about to begin.

Stella Paul’s new ebook is What I Miss About America: Reflections from the Golden Age of Hope and Change, available at Amazon for just $1.99. You can find out more information at http://www.wemissamerica.com. Write Stella at Stellapundit@aol.com.