Barack Obama: Snake Oil Salesman

In his biography, Obama described himself as “a blank screen and people of widely different views project what they want to hear.” He spins a nebulous web of deceit; Sally Stupid hears him promising to solve all her problems and walks away ecstatic.

I am republishing an old post: Barack Obama: Snake Oil Salesman, because it contains vital truths which the electorate needs to be aware of when they cast their ballots. Please cross post and disseminate through email.

Barack Obama makes audiences swoon with his eloquent speeches, yet they come away unable to explain what he said. Examine his announcement speech. It panders to populism, assigning blame for all problems to corporate heads & politicians, obviously Republicans. It spins a web of superficiality, leaving large gaps for the listener to fill in with his own imagination. If the listener is not careful, she comes away believing that Obama promised her exactly what she wanted, regardless of her own political leaning.

Here is a sample from His March 2, 2007 speech to AIPAC.

Back in January of 2006, I made my first trip to the Holy Land. It is a
place unlike any other on this earth – a place filled with so much
promise of what we truly can be as people; a place where we’ve learned
how in a flash, violence and hatred and intolerance can turn that promise
to rubble and send too many lives to their early graves.

What does this mean :”a place filled with so much promise of what we truly can be as people”? How does the Levant communicate anything of America’s potential? The clause is a gossamer web spun from fecal matter. It has no rational meaning of its own.

At that height, I could see the hills and the terrain that generations have
walked across. I could truly see how close everything is and why peace
through security is the only way for Israel.

What is the meaning of this: “why peace through security is the only way for Israel.” Exactly nothing, fill in the blanks!

Our job is to never forget that the threat of violence is real. Our job
is to renew the United States’ efforts to help Israel achieve peace with
its neighbors while remaining vigilant against those who do not share this
vision. Our job is to do more than lay out another road map; our job is
to rebuild the road to real peace and lasting security throughout the
region.

What lunacy: “our job is to rebuild the road to real peace and lasting security throughout the region.”! The road to peace passes through the Islamic cemetary. Obama has no intention to travel that road. There can be neither peace nor security while Islam exists. This is the fact no politician is willing to face.

Eloquent speech, flowing rhetoric without intrinsic meaning, flowing smoothly about the listener’s preconceptions, leaving a warm wet sensation of satisfaction without real value. Its like substituting spiced sawdust for oatmeal. Islam’s canon of tradition and exegesis provides us a hint about Senator Obama’s rhetoric. [Sahih Bukhari]

Volume 7, Book 71, Number 662:

Allah’s Apostle said. Some eloquent speech is as effective as magic.’

Volume 9, Book 87, Number 127:

Narrated Abu Huraira:

The Prophet said, “I have been given the keys of eloquent speech […]

From Ibn Kathir’s Tafsir:

These poems, conform with the popular statement, “The most eloquent speech is the one that contains the most lies!”[…] Yet, one will only be able to find one or two sentences in many long poems that elaborate on the main theme of the poem, while the rest of the poem contains insignificant descriptions and repetitions.

Barack Obama: Snake Oil Salesman

In his biography, Obama described himself as “a blank screen and people of widely different views project what they want to hear.” He spins a nebulous web of deceit; Sally Stupid hears him promising to solve all her problems and walks away ecstatic.

I am republishing an old post: Barack Obama: Snake Oil Salesman, because it contains vital truths which the electorate needs to be aware of when they cast their ballots. Please cross post and disseminate through email.

Barack Obama makes audiences swoon with his eloquent speeches, yet they come away unable to explain what he said. Examine his announcement speech. It panders to populism, assigning blame for all problems to corporate heads & politicians, obviously Republicans. It spins a web of superficiality, leaving large gaps for the listener to fill in with his own imagination. If the listener is not careful, she comes away believing that Obama promised her exactly what she wanted, regardless of her own political leaning.

Here is a sample from His March 2, 2007 speech to AIPAC.

Back in January of 2006, I made my first trip to the Holy Land. It is a
place unlike any other on this earth – a place filled with so much
promise of what we truly can be as people; a place where we’ve learned
how in a flash, violence and hatred and intolerance can turn that promise
to rubble and send too many lives to their early graves.

What does this mean :”a place filled with so much promise of what we truly can be as people”? How does the Levant communicate anything of America’s potential? The clause is a gossamer web spun from fecal matter. It has no rational meaning of its own.

At that height, I could see the hills and the terrain that generations have
walked across. I could truly see how close everything is and why peace
through security is the only way for Israel.

What is the meaning of this: “why peace through security is the only way for Israel.” Exactly nothing, fill in the blanks!

Our job is to never forget that the threat of violence is real. Our job
is to renew the United States’ efforts to help Israel achieve peace with
its neighbors while remaining vigilant against those who do not share this
vision. Our job is to do more than lay out another road map; our job is
to rebuild the road to real peace and lasting security throughout the
region.

What lunacy: “our job is to rebuild the road to real peace and lasting security throughout the region.”! The road to peace passes through the Islamic cemetary. Obama has no intention to travel that road. There can be neither peace nor security while Islam exists. This is the fact no politician is willing to face.

Eloquent speech, flowing rhetoric without intrinsic meaning, flowing smoothly about the listener’s preconceptions, leaving a warm wet sensation of satisfaction without real value. Its like substituting spiced sawdust for oatmeal. Islam’s canon of tradition and exegesis provides us a hint about Senator Obama’s rhetoric. [Sahih Bukhari]

Volume 7, Book 71, Number 662:

Allah’s Apostle said. Some eloquent speech is as effective as magic.’

Volume 9, Book 87, Number 127:

Narrated Abu Huraira:

The Prophet said, “I have been given the keys of eloquent speech […]

From Ibn Kathir’s Tafsir:

These poems, conform with the popular statement, “The most eloquent speech is the one that contains the most lies!”[…] Yet, one will only be able to find one or two sentences in many long poems that elaborate on the main theme of the poem, while the rest of the poem contains insignificant descriptions and repetitions.

One Marine’s Thoughts

This is a copy of a letter from a former Marine who served and was wounded in Vietnam. It was written shortly after September 11, 2001 and sent to me. Some of the language may seem harsh or foul, so this is fair warning– be prepared.

I share this with you respectfully and out of honor to this man. He may still be out there somewhere and I wonder what he is thinking today. The letter is relevant even now. Some of the points brought up in his letter may be useful in our cause. At least the ideas may be another base for formulating or including in an attack plan. This letter has been floated around the internet and sent via e-mail since 9-11 so you may have seen it.

When asked about the the terrorists who hijacked planes for suicide missions and so many calling them cowards, here is his response.

Cowards….? Nope.

‘Jacking a jet and driving it into a high-rise at 300 knots…no, not cowards. I wouldn’t do it. They don’t have an air force so they used our training and our planes, and with great execution…

Far better than our fiasco in the desert to save the hostages in Iran.

Although glued to the TV for the last 48 hours, I haven’t heard any talking heads speak with anger and outrage. They act like it’s “Columbine” and we have to cope with this “tragedy” with counseling before resuming our lives…

My guess is you don’t hear that talk from blonde air heads on Israeli TV…’course they have Uzis in their briefcases…they are a nation with some cajones.

This is the picture of America after more than a decade of ‘sensitivity’ classes; of “hate speech”; of training males and females together in the Army, Air Force, and Navy (and thank God NOT in the Marine Corps); of Shannon Faulkner; of a Navy sub captain crying his eyes out on national TV after his boat took out a fishing vessel; of the last US President having to be taught by aides how to salute because; as a draft dodger, he never learned; of our TV and motion picture “heroes” vowing to leave the country because an election didn’t go their way…then not leaving; of having no draft; of modifying escape and evasion training at the Air Force Academy because some female threatened to file a lawsuit (after accepting a $750,000 education courtesy of the US taxpayers) because she felt “sexually harassed”; of a female Army Blackhawk pilot who refused to fly because it was her kids “constitutional right” to breast feed…AND her Army Blackhawk pilot husband helping her bring the lawsuit against the Army; of the meandering definition of what “is” is; of career military officers getting Master’s degrees at taxpayer’s expense…yet have no idea how to “fix bayonets”, let alone lead the charge; of Hillary Clinton as a role model; of the Air Force disallowing the painting of pin-up nose art on the aircraft of men who might just be required to fly said aircraft to their deaths…all because some lesbian from the National Organization of Gals (NAG) threatened a branch of the United States Military; of Bobbie has two daddies” and “Lisa has two mommies”; of a 15 year old needing parental permission for a tattoo but not for an abortion; of our tax money being used to pay an “artist” to immerse a crucifix in a jar of urine; of American citizens complaining about the noise military jets make when flying over their house…and going to court to get their target runs changed…and succeeding; of a citizenry that can’t distinguish between an admiral and a chief petty officer…or between a pilot and a clerk for that matter.

We don’t have John Wayne and Jimmy Stewart…we have Jason Priestly and Yanni.

We don’t have Ernie Pyle and Walter Cronkite…we have Peter Jennings.

In short…we have been feminized…not in the Maggie Thatcher/Golda Meir kick-your-ass way…but in the whining, ACLU get-in-touch-with-your-feelings-men-are-enemies kind of way and, therefore, we cannot, repeat, MUST NOT deploy troops on a large scale to some place like Afghanistan…our military (except for a few elite units) does not have “the fire in the belly” it requires…Our enemies have not taken any sensitivity classes.

And, thanks to Bill Clinton and his ilk, we have an eviscerated combat force that is top heavy of fat ass, butt boy flag officers and short on NCO’s willing, capable and prepared to skewer Osama bin Laden with a bayonet.

We will now “pay the piper” for electing Bill Clinton twice…

It will be clear when we mount whatever military response we eventually choose…Smart bombs, cruise missiles will only make us look more impotent and less committed…

And yet Bill Clinton will still have his defenders despite the fact that because of him we cannot defend ourselves in the manner required of the world’s ONLY superpower.

And NOW the same people that voted for this moral and physical coward, want our servicemen and women to go in harms way…pay the price with one arm tied behind their backs.

It’s been over three decades since I fired a shot in anger in a war we weren’t firmly committed to…and yet we were in a far better mind-set to do what has to be done today than the poor kids we’re going to send to do it.

Thank God curbside check-in has been abolished…I’ll sleep better tonight

One Marine’s Thoughts

This is a copy of a letter from a former Marine who served and was wounded in Vietnam. It was written shortly after September 11, 2001 and sent to me. Some of the language may seem harsh or foul, so this is fair warning– be prepared.

I share this with you respectfully and out of honor to this man. He may still be out there somewhere and I wonder what he is thinking today. The letter is relevant even now. Some of the points brought up in his letter may be useful in our cause. At least the ideas may be another base for formulating or including in an attack plan. This letter has been floated around the internet and sent via e-mail since 9-11 so you may have seen it.

When asked about the the terrorists who hijacked planes for suicide missions and so many calling them cowards, here is his response.

Cowards….? Nope.

‘Jacking a jet and driving it into a high-rise at 300 knots…no, not cowards. I wouldn’t do it. They don’t have an air force so they used our training and our planes, and with great execution…

Far better than our fiasco in the desert to save the hostages in Iran.

Although glued to the TV for the last 48 hours, I haven’t heard any talking heads speak with anger and outrage. They act like it’s “Columbine” and we have to cope with this “tragedy” with counseling before resuming our lives…

My guess is you don’t hear that talk from blonde air heads on Israeli TV…’course they have Uzis in their briefcases…they are a nation with some cajones.

This is the picture of America after more than a decade of ‘sensitivity’ classes; of “hate speech”; of training males and females together in the Army, Air Force, and Navy (and thank God NOT in the Marine Corps); of Shannon Faulkner; of a Navy sub captain crying his eyes out on national TV after his boat took out a fishing vessel; of the last US President having to be taught by aides how to salute because; as a draft dodger, he never learned; of our TV and motion picture “heroes” vowing to leave the country because an election didn’t go their way…then not leaving; of having no draft; of modifying escape and evasion training at the Air Force Academy because some female threatened to file a lawsuit (after accepting a $750,000 education courtesy of the US taxpayers) because she felt “sexually harassed”; of a female Army Blackhawk pilot who refused to fly because it was her kids “constitutional right” to breast feed…AND her Army Blackhawk pilot husband helping her bring the lawsuit against the Army; of the meandering definition of what “is” is; of career military officers getting Master’s degrees at taxpayer’s expense…yet have no idea how to “fix bayonets”, let alone lead the charge; of Hillary Clinton as a role model; of the Air Force disallowing the painting of pin-up nose art on the aircraft of men who might just be required to fly said aircraft to their deaths…all because some lesbian from the National Organization of Gals (NAG) threatened a branch of the United States Military; of Bobbie has two daddies” and “Lisa has two mommies”; of a 15 year old needing parental permission for a tattoo but not for an abortion; of our tax money being used to pay an “artist” to immerse a crucifix in a jar of urine; of American citizens complaining about the noise military jets make when flying over their house…and going to court to get their target runs changed…and succeeding; of a citizenry that can’t distinguish between an admiral and a chief petty officer…or between a pilot and a clerk for that matter.

We don’t have John Wayne and Jimmy Stewart…we have Jason Priestly and Yanni.

We don’t have Ernie Pyle and Walter Cronkite…we have Peter Jennings.

In short…we have been feminized…not in the Maggie Thatcher/Golda Meir kick-your-ass way…but in the whining, ACLU get-in-touch-with-your-feelings-men-are-enemies kind of way and, therefore, we cannot, repeat, MUST NOT deploy troops on a large scale to some place like Afghanistan…our military (except for a few elite units) does not have “the fire in the belly” it requires…Our enemies have not taken any sensitivity classes.

And, thanks to Bill Clinton and his ilk, we have an eviscerated combat force that is top heavy of fat ass, butt boy flag officers and short on NCO’s willing, capable and prepared to skewer Osama bin Laden with a bayonet.

We will now “pay the piper” for electing Bill Clinton twice…

It will be clear when we mount whatever military response we eventually choose…Smart bombs, cruise missiles will only make us look more impotent and less committed…

And yet Bill Clinton will still have his defenders despite the fact that because of him we cannot defend ourselves in the manner required of the world’s ONLY superpower.

And NOW the same people that voted for this moral and physical coward, want our servicemen and women to go in harms way…pay the price with one arm tied behind their backs.

It’s been over three decades since I fired a shot in anger in a war we weren’t firmly committed to…and yet we were in a far better mind-set to do what has to be done today than the poor kids we’re going to send to do it.

Thank God curbside check-in has been abolished…I’ll sleep better tonight

One Marine’s Eloquence

My friend “AF” sent me this picture and the story behind the picture.

The official caption to the picture is this:

Jeff Bundy / Omaha (Neb.) World-Herald Gunnery Sgt. Michael Burghardt signals his defiance after being struck by an improvised explosive device on Sept. 19 near Ramadi, Iraq. The Marine refused to be carried away on a stretcher and walked under his own power to a waiting medevac. Among those attending to the Marine are Spc. John Adams (far left in front) and Pfc. Darin Nelson. The caption and picture come from Stars and Stripes here.

This is the story:

Leading the fight is Gunnery Sgt. Michael Burghardt, known as “Iron Mike” or just “Gunny”. He is on his third tour in Iraq. He had become a legend in the bomb disposal world after winning the Bronze Star for disabling 64 IEDs and destroying 1,548 pieces of ordnance during his second tour. Then, on September 19, he got blown up. He had arrived at a chaotic scene after a bomb had killed four US soldiers. He chose not to wear the bulky bomb protection suit. “You can’t react to any sniper fire and you get tunnel-vision,” he explains. So, protected by just a helmet and standard-issue flak jacket, he began what bomb disposal officers term “the longest walk”, stepping gingerly into a 5ft deep and 8ft wide crater. The earth shifted slightly and he saw a Senao base station with a wire leading from it. He cut the wire and used his 7in. knife to probe the ground. “I found a piece of red detonating cord between my legs,” he says. “That’s when I knew I was screwed.”

Realizing he had been sucked into a trap, Sgt. Burghardt, 35, yelled at everyone to stay back. At that moment, an insurgent, probably watching through binoculars, pressed a button on his mobile phone to detonate the secondary device below the sergeant’s feet. “A chill went up the back of my neck and then the bomb exploded,” he recalls. “As I was in the air I remember thinking, ‘I don’t believe they got me.’ I was just ticked off they were able to do it. Then I was lying on the road, not able to feel anything from the waist down.” His colleagues cut off his trousers to see how badly he was hurt. None could believe his legs were still there. “My dad’s a Vietnam vet who’s paralyzed from the waist down,” says Sgt. Burghardt. “I was lying there thinking I didn’t want to be in a wheelchair next to my dad and for him to see me like that. They started to cut away my pants and I felt a real sharp pain and blood trickling down. Then I wiggled my toes and I thought, ‘Good, I’m in business.’ ” As a stretcher was brought over, adrenaline and anger kicked in. “I decided to walk to the helicopter. I wasn’t going to let my team-mates see me being carried away on a stretcher.” He stood and gave the insurgents who had blown him up a one-fingered salute. “I flipped them one. It was like, ‘OK, I lost that round but I’ll be back next week’.”

Copies of a photograph depicting his defiance, taken by Jeff Bundy for the Omaha World-Herald, adorn the walls of homes across America and that of Col John Gronski, the brigade commander in Ramadi, who has hailed the image as an exemplar of the warrior spirit. Sgt Burghardt’s injuries – burns and wounds to his legs and buttocks – kept him off duty for nearly a month and could have earned him a ticket home. But, like his father – who was awarded a Bronze Star and three Purple Hearts for being wounded in action in Vietnam – he stayed in Ramadi to engage in the battle against insurgents who are forever coming up with more ingenious ways of killing Americans.

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One Marine’s Eloquence

My friend “AF” sent me this picture and the story behind the picture.

The official caption to the picture is this:

Jeff Bundy / Omaha (Neb.) World-Herald Gunnery Sgt. Michael Burghardt signals his defiance after being struck by an improvised explosive device on Sept. 19 near Ramadi, Iraq. The Marine refused to be carried away on a stretcher and walked under his own power to a waiting medevac. Among those attending to the Marine are Spc. John Adams (far left in front) and Pfc. Darin Nelson. The caption and picture come from Stars and Stripes here.

This is the story:

Leading the fight is Gunnery Sgt. Michael Burghardt, known as “Iron Mike” or just “Gunny”. He is on his third tour in Iraq. He had become a legend in the bomb disposal world after winning the Bronze Star for disabling 64 IEDs and destroying 1,548 pieces of ordnance during his second tour. Then, on September 19, he got blown up. He had arrived at a chaotic scene after a bomb had killed four US soldiers. He chose not to wear the bulky bomb protection suit. “You can’t react to any sniper fire and you get tunnel-vision,” he explains. So, protected by just a helmet and standard-issue flak jacket, he began what bomb disposal officers term “the longest walk”, stepping gingerly into a 5ft deep and 8ft wide crater. The earth shifted slightly and he saw a Senao base station with a wire leading from it. He cut the wire and used his 7in. knife to probe the ground. “I found a piece of red detonating cord between my legs,” he says. “That’s when I knew I was screwed.”

Realizing he had been sucked into a trap, Sgt. Burghardt, 35, yelled at everyone to stay back. At that moment, an insurgent, probably watching through binoculars, pressed a button on his mobile phone to detonate the secondary device below the sergeant’s feet. “A chill went up the back of my neck and then the bomb exploded,” he recalls. “As I was in the air I remember thinking, ‘I don’t believe they got me.’ I was just ticked off they were able to do it. Then I was lying on the road, not able to feel anything from the waist down.” His colleagues cut off his trousers to see how badly he was hurt. None could believe his legs were still there. “My dad’s a Vietnam vet who’s paralyzed from the waist down,” says Sgt. Burghardt. “I was lying there thinking I didn’t want to be in a wheelchair next to my dad and for him to see me like that. They started to cut away my pants and I felt a real sharp pain and blood trickling down. Then I wiggled my toes and I thought, ‘Good, I’m in business.’ ” As a stretcher was brought over, adrenaline and anger kicked in. “I decided to walk to the helicopter. I wasn’t going to let my team-mates see me being carried away on a stretcher.” He stood and gave the insurgents who had blown him up a one-fingered salute. “I flipped them one. It was like, ‘OK, I lost that round but I’ll be back next week’.”

Copies of a photograph depicting his defiance, taken by Jeff Bundy for the Omaha World-Herald, adorn the walls of homes across America and that of Col John Gronski, the brigade commander in Ramadi, who has hailed the image as an exemplar of the warrior spirit. Sgt Burghardt’s injuries – burns and wounds to his legs and buttocks – kept him off duty for nearly a month and could have earned him a ticket home. But, like his father – who was awarded a Bronze Star and three Purple Hearts for being wounded in action in Vietnam – he stayed in Ramadi to engage in the battle against insurgents who are forever coming up with more ingenious ways of killing Americans.

Are you proud enough to send this on? I hereby give anyone who wishes permission to swipe this article!

One Marine’s Eloquence

My friend “AF” sent me this picture and the story behind the picture.

The official caption to the picture is this:

Jeff Bundy / Omaha (Neb.) World-Herald Gunnery Sgt. Michael Burghardt signals his defiance after being struck by an improvised explosive device on Sept. 19 near Ramadi, Iraq. The Marine refused to be carried away on a stretcher and walked under his own power to a waiting medevac. Among those attending to the Marine are Spc. John Adams (far left in front) and Pfc. Darin Nelson. The caption and picture come from Stars and Stripes here.

This is the story:

Leading the fight is Gunnery Sgt. Michael Burghardt, known as “Iron Mike” or just “Gunny”. He is on his third tour in Iraq. He had become a legend in the bomb disposal world after winning the Bronze Star for disabling 64 IEDs and destroying 1,548 pieces of ordnance during his second tour. Then, on September 19, he got blown up. He had arrived at a chaotic scene after a bomb had killed four US soldiers. He chose not to wear the bulky bomb protection suit. “You can’t react to any sniper fire and you get tunnel-vision,” he explains. So, protected by just a helmet and standard-issue flak jacket, he began what bomb disposal officers term “the longest walk”, stepping gingerly into a 5ft deep and 8ft wide crater. The earth shifted slightly and he saw a Senao base station with a wire leading from it. He cut the wire and used his 7in. knife to probe the ground. “I found a piece of red detonating cord between my legs,” he says. “That’s when I knew I was screwed.”

Realizing he had been sucked into a trap, Sgt. Burghardt, 35, yelled at everyone to stay back. At that moment, an insurgent, probably watching through binoculars, pressed a button on his mobile phone to detonate the secondary device below the sergeant’s feet. “A chill went up the back of my neck and then the bomb exploded,” he recalls. “As I was in the air I remember thinking, ‘I don’t believe they got me.’ I was just ticked off they were able to do it. Then I was lying on the road, not able to feel anything from the waist down.” His colleagues cut off his trousers to see how badly he was hurt. None could believe his legs were still there. “My dad’s a Vietnam vet who’s paralyzed from the waist down,” says Sgt. Burghardt. “I was lying there thinking I didn’t want to be in a wheelchair next to my dad and for him to see me like that. They started to cut away my pants and I felt a real sharp pain and blood trickling down. Then I wiggled my toes and I thought, ‘Good, I’m in business.’ ” As a stretcher was brought over, adrenaline and anger kicked in. “I decided to walk to the helicopter. I wasn’t going to let my team-mates see me being carried away on a stretcher.” He stood and gave the insurgents who had blown him up a one-fingered salute. “I flipped them one. It was like, ‘OK, I lost that round but I’ll be back next week’.”

Copies of a photograph depicting his defiance, taken by Jeff Bundy for the Omaha World-Herald, adorn the walls of homes across America and that of Col John Gronski, the brigade commander in Ramadi, who has hailed the image as an exemplar of the warrior spirit. Sgt Burghardt’s injuries – burns and wounds to his legs and buttocks – kept him off duty for nearly a month and could have earned him a ticket home. But, like his father – who was awarded a Bronze Star and three Purple Hearts for being wounded in action in Vietnam – he stayed in Ramadi to engage in the battle against insurgents who are forever coming up with more ingenious ways of killing Americans.

Are you proud enough to send this on? I hereby give anyone who wishes permission to swipe this article!