Keeping the Faith: Happy Birthday, Barack

It almost slipped my mind…

Barack Obama turns 49 years young today.  Happy Birthday, Mr. President.

Your “friends” in the Republican National Committee  marked the occasion by setting up a website to send mocking birthday cards out to…well, whomever it is that patronizes the Republican National Committee website.   Guess RNC Chairman Michael “Big Pimpin'” Steele took time out from ducking out on the National Association of Black Journalists  and hiding $7 million in debts to have a little fun at the president’s expense.

The president’s polls numbers are sliding downhill, the economy is sluggish, jobs are scarce,  the prospects for the Democrats in November look rather dim and the war in Afghanistan drags on with no end in sight.

It’s no the best of times for Barack Obama.

Then again, whomever said this was going to be easy?

I’m pretty much of the mind that we’re just right about where I thought we might be with Obama.   The expectations were always too high.  The problems too many in number.  The  intransigence and the vilification by the Right too fierce.   The racism too entrenched.    Trying to undo eight years of Bush-Cheney dickery couldn’t be done in two years and probably not completely even in two terms if  the president is reelected, far from a certainty at this point.

But it’s nothing worth losing sleep over.   I could spend a lot of time and effort going down the list of disappointments the president has served up his supporters.   That doesn’t mean I’m feeling any sort of “buyer’s remorse.”   All things being equal, I’d pull the lever for Obama all over again.

Without reservation, qualification or reservation.

Whenever I get a little wobbly on Obama, I go refer back to what Gil Scott-Heron, the musical genius  behind such classics as  “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”  one of the inspirational figures of rap said in an interview with The Washington Post after Obama took office.

Q. In the early 1970s, you came out with “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised,” about the erosion of democracy in America. You all but predicted that there would be a revolution in which a brainwashed nation would come to its senses. What do you think now? Did we have a revolution?

A. Yes, the election of President Obama was the revolution.

But that was televised. You said in the poem, “NBC will not be able to predict . . . or report from 29 districts. The revolution will not be televised.” But NBC and every other TV network station did just that.

The revolution was a change in thinking, people changing their hearts and minds. This country was at a crossroads and could have gone either way. But the people stopped taking whatever was being handed to them at face value; they stopped putting up with the status quo and started thinking for themselves. The revolution is a mental thing. You did not see it televised.

So what do you think of Obama so far? Already, some on the political left are accusing him of bending over so far to please the political right that he’s coming awful close to kissing his own behind, so to speak.

Give him time to make his mark. He’s like a young rapper working to find his voice. Don’t judge him by his first CD. Remember, Obama did not get us into this mess. You might not agree with his solutions, but there were no solutions before he took office.
Absolutely and 100 percent right.   Anyone who thinks things are bad now is suffering from a severe case of short-term memory loss.  Things were worse under George W. Bush and his corrupt, evil reign of error and terror.    Obama has to do better, but he can’t do any worse than what we had before him.

Happy Birthday, Mr. President.  Hope the big 5-0 is an even happier one for you and the nation.   A few disappointments is no reason to lose faith.

Scott-Heron says Obama's election was the revolution he spoke of.

If it’s summer, it’s time for Favre foolishness.

"Somebody's not talking about me! WAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

It must be opening week for training camps in the NFL. We’re already starting The Annual “Will He or Won’t He Be Back” Brett Favre BULLSHIT.

This guy is the biggest fucking drama queen to ever strap on a jock. Retire? Where did this story come from? An anonymous source? So it’s not like he’s filed retirement papers with the NFL? Right? And it’s not as if he’s called his coach/chauffeur and told him, “I’m done.” He hasn’t scheduled a TWO-hour program on ESPN where he will tell a breathless Jim Gray if he’s going to “bring his talents” back to the Vikings or sit his grizzled ass in a rocking chair and count his millions.

Call me when any of that happens. But until then?  Why does anybody fall for this crap?  Every year he pulls this crap and every year ESPN and the rest of the sports media comes back for more like a dog returning to its own vomit.

This act was played out the first two or three this Mississippi moron pulled it.  We’ve seen it all before from Favre, the master manipulator.  This time I really mean it.  I’m not coming back.  Really serious this time.  Yep.  Done made up my mind.  No way, Jose.  I’m done.  Finished.  Finito.  Close the door.  Turn the page.

This is Hall of Fame induction week in Canton, Ohio.  Jerry Rice, the greatest wide receiver in the game and probably the last San Francisco 49er eligible to be inducted, is going in this week along with Emmitt Smith and five others.   Favre’s piggish craving for the camera is stealing the attention away from the players who deserve it.  But that’s what he does.  That’s what he always does when the sports world isn’t slurping his stubby little pee-pee.

I am just so tired of Favre.  I’m tired of his commercials.  I’m tired of him being such a publicity slut.  I’m tired of his good ol’ boy persona and ‘all for one, and all for me”

But most of all I’m tired of the way ESPN and the media line up to kiss his overrated ass.

Brett Favre, the old gunslinger?   More like Bitch Favre, the attention whore.