Great men don’t grow on trees.
Once in a lifetime, maybe even two lifetimes, a great man comes along. Who knows if it is the times that make the man or if the quality of greatness just can’t be contained and bursts through whatever the times. Whatever, it is clear to me that we now have such a man in the White House. Who can deny that our President brings together Kansas common sense, third world understanding and Ivy League intellect in one polished bundle. I have to confess that until now his greatness eluded me. I was intrigued when he was first anointed in the Iowa caucuses. After all what could those ethanol sniffing rubes in our heartland know about greatness? He emerged as a man to watch but I didn’t think he had the seasoning to make it through the grueling primaries just to get the Democrat Party nomination let alone take the prize. There were a few tense moments but the competition collapsed under the charm and wit of the future President.
Now looking back, it is all clear. He said he was going to transform the country and indeed he has. The power of his election swept huge majorities in both houses of Congress and the rest is history. The man is impressive.
But wait, there’s more
Much as I had to respect his accomplishments up to now, however, my respect for his greatness got an even bigger boost recently when I discovered that among his impressive talents was one I never suspected- the man can read my heart.
He knows my inner secrets
Deep in my innermost being there is an uncontrollable urge that takes primacy over all others. I don’t usually express it publicly but truly every action that I take is based on a force I can’t control. I never knew what to call it. I never spoke about it until now and it was never a big topic with my political bedfellows even though I was sure that we shared this urge. It wasn’t until the President called me out that I recognized it for what it was- my holy grail. The Presidents great insight pierced my being to the core and reveled that it was more than an urge; even more than a passion. It was the holy grail of my being. I lust to give tax cuts to the wealthy.
It feels so good to be free at last
I can’t tell you what a relief the President’s great insight provided me. I had always been confused by actions for which I could never identify a core belief. Before I never understood how my actions and political beliefs must have been incomprehensible to others. Our President was not confused. He saw clearly into my heart and spoke truth to my confusion. Democrats have always been confounded by the inexplicable behavior of Republicans because it made no sense. How could Republicans be so stupid and self-destructive by giving tax cuts to people with more money than they have. They didn’t understand that uncontrollable urge and certainly not its power over Republicans. They never realized that this peculiar urge was our Holy Grail.
Thanks to the President’s wisdom, I am free from confusion and doubt. Now that I understand the forces controlling me, I can hope for salvation and maybe even a cure for my malady. I owe it all to a great man – President Obama.
Adore your sarcasm as always. I think he was referring to other politicians though 😉
Heather,
No! I know he was seeing into my heart.
I’ll b damned…I didn’t know it was possible to stuff one’s tongue that far into one’s cheek…
into ones cheek, THROUGH ones cheek is more likely…good grief.
Bob,
I have no idea what you are talking about. We try to keep things PG here at Coots.
Are you absolutely certain you’re not Scottish?
It’s the sort of thing the very ‘best’ of us would come up with. Lol.
Heather,
To the best of my knowledge, I have not a drop of Scots blood although my maternal grandmother described her heritage as English/Irish, family name Petty). What I think is more likely is that the Scots carry Viking blood from long ago pillaging. That is my theory.
Some maybe from the pillaging, the rest from the subsequent inter-marrying lol. Could also be the Irish in you, we’re not hugely dissimilar. (I’m part Irish too for the record)