I'm Not Always Right

Yeah, the title of this post probably shocked some of you. But it's true. Sometimes, every ten or fifteen years, I'm actually wrong. (A quick look at some of my ex-girlfriends will prove that.) It happened this week, so I guess I'm golden for the next ten years. What was I wrong about? Barack Hussein Obama (mmm,mmm,mmm). I have known from day one that Obama was a socialist and a stateist, even liberals would have a hard time arguing that one. But while conservative pundits and radio hosts called him a communist and claimed that he "resented American exceptionalism", I was the one conservative voice who defended him. Sadly to my own embarrassment. I have never wanted to believe that someone who truly hated the principles that the United States was built on could be elected to the nation's highest office. I was wrong, and today that is clear. And while the intellectual "have nots" among us are no doubt cheering President Zero's decision to dictate what the executives of private businesses earn, it offends the holy hell out of me. I can't believe I defended this communist piece of monkey dung. And no, that's not a racial statement...just an accurate one! The idea that this douche bag thinks that the American people (those execs are also American people) serve at his pleasure rather than the other way around shows the true arrogance of this idiot. Presidents are servants of the people, not rulers of them. So all you I.Q. challenged success haters can go ahead and cheer your dear leader on for "sticking it to the man". But if you decide to turn off the Michael Moore movie and pick up pretty much any book about the Soviet Union you might be shocked to find out who Obama really intends to "stick it to". And it won't be Warren Buffet or Oprah Winfrey. Look in the mirror, dumb ass.