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It has been forever since I have blogged. My own laziness has consumed me and once again I find myself committing to being more committed. I think my blog, all the time. It is just a task to actually sit down and transfer my thoughts to the computer screen. So here's to New Year's Resolutions in July.

I've been thinking about the election a lot lately. Since my last blog, B. Hussein Obama has secured the Democratic nomination and gone on a world tour. I was watching the news the other day when it cut to a live shot of Obama giving a speech to 200,000 people in Berlin, Germany. Now here's my question: What the heck gives this guy (merely a state senator) the right to give a speech to hundreds of thousands of people on another continent? And furthermore, why are these people so interested in listening to what he has to say? Does no one else out there find this scenario a little suspicious? Seriously? Honest to goodness, no facetiousness intended, this scares me a little. This guy is talking about breaking down walls between nationalities and religions and every other unique identifying characteristic. I realize we are all one human race and recognizing this can benefit us all. But I love the polychromatic world in which we exist. I love to flaunt my uniqueness and wander at that of others. I don't want globalization and some guy intent on changing the world to start using his cookie cutter.

At first, I just didn't like Obama. Probably simply because I liked Hillary better. And I still do. But my concern for our country has grown leaps and bounds since he secured the party's nomination. I don't trust this guy one bit He gives me an uneasy feeling. His motives are questionable. He is an elitist by every definition of the word. With every interview my disdain for him increases. I watched an interview this week about his proposed tax plan and how this will benefit the middle class. When asked what income level he considered the middle class he said those making less than $250,000/year. When pushed a little further he said definitely those making less than $150,000/year. Hello? I guess as a public school teacher in Eastern Kentucky I can deal with being considered at the poverty level. Labels never bothered me. I wander when it was the last Mr. Obama had to decide what bill not to pay for the month because his income was overstretched? Or what school supplies he won't buy his children this year because money is tight? Or when he had to water down milk so his kids could eat more cereal? Before I get hit with the criticism, I know that none of these candidates have to make those decisions. They all live comfortably. But something tells me that Mr. Obama nor his wife will ever be faced with those decisions nor ponder solutions for those who do.

I guess I can sum up my feelings about Mr. Obama with a comment I heard a stand-up comic make. He said Obama is like a girl you pick up at a strip club. You only see the really good parts until you get her home and turn the lights on. I'm legitimately afraid of what parts we will see if Obama makes his home in the White House.

Paranoid? Crazy? Maybe. Or possibly just a concerned American.