President Barack Obama has finally revealed his true nature. Far from the suave, smooth talking, liberal-messianic orator of the new millennium, he is nothing more than just a guy who can read. Only read . . . whatever happens to appear on his beloved teleprompter (affectionately nicknamed, "Michelle 2"). Far from a leader with thoughts and plans of his own, he is a puppet to the left. A robot: R.O.B.A.M.A.
Wires, transistors, glass eye, and a wireless connection to his almighty speech writer, RO-bama can flawlessly read anything set before him on a television screen. In the absence of a teleprompter, though, he is prone to stumble, stutter, or repeat the mantra programed on his memory chip: Hope and Change. Hope and Change.
This week, while speaking at a party--yes, a PARTY--R.O.B.A.M.A. was fed the wrong speech and inadvertently thanked HIMSELF for being there. Unable to think for himself, this modern day Pinocchio helplessly recited the wrong man's speech. And they called Pres. Bush "stupid".
The thinking man will ask, "Why do you need a teleprompter at a party?" Couldn't he find a better date? He is supposed to be married! This is supposed to be the most powerful man in the world and I wouldn't be surprised if he needs help tying his own shoes. At least this explains all the bad decisions and executive orders he has signed.
Apparently, R.O.B.A.M.A.'s teleprompter has started it's own blog. Only time will tell if this is the actual teleprompter, or just another R.O.B.A.M.A.press secretary . . .
As for me, I have officially bookmarked a R.O.B.A.M.A. Countdown Calendar.