America - He's your President for Goodness Sake!

by William Thomas Posted: Friday, October 1st, 2010

There was a time not so long ago when Americans, regardless of their political stripes, rallied round their president. Once elected, the man who won the White House was no longer viewed as a Republican or Democrat, but the President of the United States. The oath of office was taken, the wagons were circled around the country’s borders and it was America versus the rest of the world with the president of all the people at the helm.


Suddenly President Barack Obama, with the potential to become an exceptional president has become the glaring exception to that unwritten, patriotic rule.


Four days before President Obama’s inauguration, before he officially took charge of the American government, Rush Limbaugh boasted publicly that he hoped the president would fail. Of course, when the president fails the country flounders. Wishing harm upon your country in order to further your own narrow political views is selfish, sinister and a tad treasonous as well.


Subsequently, during his State of the Union address, which is pretty much a pep rally for America, an unknown congressional representative from South Carolina, later identified as Joe Wilson, stopped the show when he called the President of the United States a liar. The president showed great restraint in ignoring this unprecedented insult and carried on with his speech. Speaker Nancy Pelosi was so stunned by the slur, she forgot to jump to her feet while clapping wildly, 30 or 40 times after that.


Last spring, President Obama took his wife Michelle to see a play in New York City and republicans attacked him over the cost of security for the excursion. The president can’t take his wife out to dinner and a show without being scrutinized by the political opposition? As history has proven, a president in a theatre without adequate security is a tragically bad idea.


Remember: “Apart from that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play?”


At some point, the treatment of President Obama went from offensive to ugly and then to downright dangerous.


The health-care debate, which looked more like extreme fighting in a mud pit than a national dialogue, revealed a very vulgar side of America. President Obama’s face appeared on protest signs white-faced and blood-mouthed in a satanic clown image. In other tasteless portrayals, people who disagreed with his position distorted his face to look like Hitler complete with mustache and swastika.


Odd, that burning the flag makes Americans crazy, but depicting the president as a clown and a maniacal fascist is accepted as part of the new rude America.


Maligning the image of the leader of the free world is one thing, putting the president’s life in peril is quite another. More than once, men with guns were videotaped at the health-care rallies where the president spoke. Again, history shows that letting men with guns get within range of a president has not served America well in the past.


And still the “birthers” are out there claiming Barack Obama was not born in the United States, although public documentation proves otherwise. Hawaii is definitely part of the United States, but the Panama Canal Zone where his electoral opponent Senator John McCain was born? Nobody’s sure.


Last month, a 44-year-old woman in Buffalo was quite taken by President Obama when she met him in a chicken wing restaurant called Duff’s. Did she say something about a pleasure and an honour to meet the man or utter encouraging words for the difficult job he is doing? No. Quote: “You’re a hottie with a smokin’ little body.”


Lady, that was the President of the United States you were addressing, not one of the Jonas Brothers! He’s your president for goodness sakes, not the guy driving the Zamboni at “Monster Trucks On Ice.” Maybe next it’ll be, “Take Your President To A Topless Bar Day.”


In President Barack Obama, Americans have a charismatic leader with a good and honest heart. Unlike his predecessor, he’s a very intelligent leader. And unlike that president’s predecessor, he’s a highly moral man.


In President Obama, Americans have the real deal, the whole package and a leader that citizens of almost every country around the world look to with great envy. Given the opportunity, Canadians would trade our leader, hell, most of our leaders for Obama in a heartbeat.


What America has in Obama is a head of state with vitality and insight and youth. Think about it, Barack Obama is a young Nelson Mandela. Mandela was the face of change and charity for all of Africa but he was too old to make it happen. The great things Obama might do for America and the world could go on for decades after he’s out of office.


America, you know not what you have.


The man is being challenged unfairly, characterized with vulgarity and treated with the kind of deep disrespect to which no previous president was subjected. It’s like the day after electing the first black man to be president, thereby electrifying the world with hope and joy, Americans sobered up and decided the bad old days were better.


President Obama may fail but it will not be a Richard Nixon default fraught with larceny and lies. President Obama, given a fair chance, will surely succeed but his triumph will never come with a Bill Clinton caveat - “if only he’d got control of that zipper.”


Please. Give the man a fair, fighting chance. This incivility toward the leader who won over Americans and gave hope to billions of people around the world that their lives could be enhanced by his example, just naturally has to stop.


Believe me, when Americans drive by the White House and see a sign on the lawn that reads: “No shirt. No shoes. No service,” they’ll realize this new national rudeness has gone way, way too far.




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It Shouldn't Be This Way. . .

. . .but it is.

In spite of the fact that he is just as much white as he is black, white people just don't like President Barack Obama very much. According to a recent Gallup poll, President Obama's approval rating among whites has dropped to 39 percent. His overall approval rating has dropped below 50 percent, which is a 16 percentage point decline since his high of 66 percent earlier this year. African Americans love the president, giving him a consistent approval rating above 90 percent. So in spite of the fact that he may not pay much attention to us, we are a critical part of his political engine.

Obama is not nearly as bad of a president as some are trying to say that he is. In fact, many Americans still have faith in him. The problem, however, is that when the economy suffers, a president's popularity suffers. Even Clinton and Reagan had tough years, but did quite well when the economy took off (Blackvoices, 2009).

When you see signs like

 

We are no longer assuming that its about black and white -- we KNOW it. Why is this president called by his first name? Because its their equivalent of calling him "boy". Have you EVER seen another president be so disrespected? No. Have you ever seen another president be on posters being mimicked? Well beside GWB's dumb ass. . .no!

Are there other presidents who've had policies that Americans agreed with? Yes.

Then why in the hell is Obama the ONLY president to be ridiculed, talked about, threatened and handled the way he is? Why is it that people are bold enough to go on air and bash him and wish failure upon him and say that HE is racist. . .but NOT ONE OTHER PRESIDENT HAS BEEN TREATED IN SUCH A WAY?

If I had MY way. . .I WOULD BE CALLING FOR A MASSIVE BLACK AND MINORITY REVOLUTION.

Why do we turn the other cheek always? Why are we taking this shit?!?!

Maybe we need another Million Man March or something.

I think I will be writing a letter to Al Sharpton. And I am dead serious. They can make it about race. . .but we aren't allowed to defend ourselves or say we won't take it. . .or even make it about race ourselves?

Black people haven't made it about White treating Blacks unfairly. . .Whites have made it about Blacks "taking over" and being "socialists" and "running the greatest country into the ground".

HOW FUCKING DARE YOU? I don't want to make this a Black vs. White type of thing. . .but dammit if you continue to. . .then we will have no choice but to take up arms.

And trust me. . .YOU DON'T WANT IT.

It shouldn't be this way.

"No Time For A Pity Party"

Those were the words that Al Sharpton used this morning when speaking on what happened last night.

I COMPLETELY agree.

Instead of sitting around wallowing in our loss, we need to pick ourselves up and worry about what we need to do to make it through while the House is being controlled by the opposition.

Let me begin by saying that I'm not a political strategist, I'm not "versed" in the school of politics, nor do I consider myself qualified to make suggestions that will better this country. 

I AM saying that I'm a VERY intelligent guy that knows enough about politics to make a statement or two.  I've watched the nation go up and down from changes in politicians and their decisions. I've seen and felt the effects of these changes and decisions. I am the person willing to educate my fellow Americans on why I vote the way that I vote. . .why I believe what I believe.

But to the subject at hand.  We don't have time to cry over spilled milk.  We have work to do.

Several Democrats that were in office for a long time were ousted out.  They weren't put out because Republicans could do a better job. . .but because the constituents refused to vote for someone that was not working for them. My suggestion: Do more! You were voted in by these people. . .they can surely vote you out! Don't come campaigning to these people a month before your election or re-election.  You have to involve your voters on a daily basis.  You had all the time in the world to talk to them prior to elections and you didn't.  You have to keep the American people energized or you will face the problem you did last night.

Be more active.  If you get elected, we expect you to do something.  You cannot just sit around and be just another face.  That will get you nowhere.

Learn to compromise.  The American people have suffered because Republicans and Democrats alike have found something and stood on it. . .even if it were sinking.  We don't give a damn about your personal problems.  We don't want you to stop progress if it comes from the opposite side of the table. . .just because you are a Democrat! Learn to come to some type of middle ground. . .because if you don't. . .we will put into place someone that we think will!

 Make a decision and stick with it! A lot of Dems fell away or pulled away from the president because they were scared that they would lose their positions.  Are you serious?! The LAST thing we as voters want, is someone that is either wishy-washy or someone that is going to flip. . .or someone is going to be cautious because of personal reasons.  You are not in office because of personal reasons, but because WE put you there!

And lastly. . .Mr. President. . .while I agree with ALL the moves and policies that you have put into place. . .you are now in a position where you are going to be forced to negotiate.  My suggestion is that you keep the people up to speed with what you are doing.  If we don't feel involved. . .there is no way you are going to make it into the primaries next term.  I hate to place the ball in your court, but unfortunately, it is.  You will need to make GREAT strides. . .with or without the help Dems.  You will have to use the power that is vested in you and take some chances instead of being safe.  You cannot give into what people think of you.  Your popularity with the people is not as important as giving them what they want.

You are going to have to take on the Bush ethics as times.  As much as I hate to say it, Bush did what he thought he should do. . .with or without the approval of others.  You NEED to do that.  You need to establish yourself as making the choices.  You are going to have to learn to be a HARDASS!

Now get to work! We are counting on you!

The Day After. . .

Get ready people. . .I've got a lot on my mind.  I've got a lot of complaining to get off of my chest, I've got some proposed solutions, I've got some finger pointing to do as well.  Please be aware that today is DEFINITELY going to be a multi-post day.  So much keeps coming to mind at different times, so I will spill my guts all over this keyboard until I've got it all out.

I am MAJORLY depressed. Obviously as a Democrat, I witnessed the Republicans SMASH us last night, making history. But even more depressing. . .as a BLACK man. . .as an AFRICAN AMERICAN. . .I felt completely defeated by WHITE AMERICA who were determined to have a show of force, not against policy, but against one lone black man that they thought got too big for his britches. This was a show that they aren't going to tolerate a BLACK AMERICA. They weren't going to tolerate LATIN AMERICA. This is their country and they want it back. . .mind you. .. THEY are the only one's to STEAL it.

Last night was a statement of WHITE SUPREMACY. . .whether anyone wants to admit it or not. It was an uprising of racists, bigots, and people afraid that karma was going to bite them in the ass.  It was an outcry of "Taking America Back". . .but from whom? A black man? A black race? The "minorities"?

What's worse is. . .IN THEIR MINDS. . .LAST NIGHT. . .THAT'S WHAT THEY DID

I'm sure that today is the day of gloating for many whites and many Republicans. This is the day that reality sinks in for broken-hearted Democrats and minorities alike.  Especially for those that worked so hard to get out the vote.  For those that worked so hard to support their president.  For those that worked so hard to make change come about after dealing with 8 years of a President who didn't give a damn about them.

Throughout all of this. . .lessons can and will be learned. . .and we will eventually have to get over what has happened, so we as Democrats and Black America can make it through this day and the day after.

No Vote. . .No Voice

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  Tuesday, November 2, 2010. . .make your voice heard

  Andrina Fnx Phillip mannnn enough about Obama....he not very much on my mind like the rest of the presidents....nothing effected "me" yet so i really aint got non to say....but truthfully im tired of hearing and seeing his name everywhere
  

  October 13 at 12:30pm ·     

  
  

  
  And we wonder why we don't get anything that we think we deserve.  My opinion is that if you don't feel like something is being done for you or affecting you. . .don't you think that you have to do something about it?

  
  

  Nothing happens overnight, but a step in the direction that you want to go, is the first thing needed?  You cannot STAND still and expect to move.

  
  

  That is how it is when it comes to your vote.  If you DON'T vote. . .how can you expect change to come your way? How can you expect things to affect you the way that YOU want, if you don't make an effort to get that person in office who can make those things happen?

  
  

  I honestly don't understand comments like this one because if you really wanted change, I would assume that you would act upon it.

  
  

  It's very important that we start taking those steps that Obama talked about before and when he got into office. He told us that he could not do this alone, but we as individuals had to be PROACTIVE in placing America's feet back on the right path.

  
  

  Now all I hear is mumbling, complaining and see finger-pointing. . .at Obama! "He isn't helping me" or "he isn't doing anything for me like he said he would" is all that I hear everywhere that I turn.

  
  

  How in Sam hell is he supposed to be able to do anything if Republicans are blocking everything he is trying to accomplish for YOU? How did that happen you ask? BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T VOTE IN A DEMOCRAT TO HELP HIM!

  
  

  The part of the job that is OUR responsibility to assist Mr. President. . .is to supply him with a team to help him. . .help YOU!

  
  

  If you don't get up off your ass and vote. . .then you have no choice in what comes to you. . .and in that case. . .YOU DESERVE IT!

  
  

Parents' Night Tonight? Kids' Tomorrow?

So I've gone about today and been in several businesses and seen people dressed up in costumes.  So I started wondering. . .are the parents doing anything tonight? I wanted to go out last night because I'm sure there were parties that were going on, in celebration of Halloween, but I didn't know where any were. . .that I wanted to go to.

I'm already to go out tonight and party it up at a costume party, and plenty of my friends are as well, but there are those that aren't even thinking about it until the actually holiday.

Is this traits only for parents with kids that have to take them out on the actual holiday? So since you have to take them out tomorrow, are you taking advantage of doing YOU tonite?

I'm not a parent but because I have to go to work on Monday, Saturday is MY holiday and I'm getting it in! And NO. . .don't come to my house. . .I've got no treats!

Enjoy and be safe this holiday weekend.  You know that's when the crazies come out in FULL FORCE!

Excerpt

 So I am writing my first book and I thought I'd drop off a preview:

Just a minute ago, I was laughing at these bitch ass white boys as they drove their Ford Taurus down that wall, that some people would call a hill. “What the fuck are those idiots doing? I was cracking up, thinking to myself: damn people do some crazy shit for kicks around this bumfuck boring ass town. The dirty Taurus did a donut in the middle of the parking lot as the car I was in, was about to pull off. The boys jump out—my smile faded quickly—with guns flashing.... 

.. ..

GET YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR! Get both of your hands in the air where I can see them! Now get out of the car slowly! I want to see both hands!

How the fuck am I supposed to show both hands, and get out of this damn car as the same time you idiots, I asked myself as I attempted, unsuccessfully, to push the seat in front of me up. “I said hands up motherfucker! Don’t make me shoot you!” yelled the ATF agent, as he cautiously moved closer to the car. “I can’t get out unless I use my hand you dumb ass”, I retorted. “Move your left hand—slowly—don’t make one wrong move, or I’ll put you down!

As I slowly pulled my hand out of the air, to pull the lever that lets the seat up, a crazy thought flashed through my mind: grab that shit out your waste, and let these bastards have it! I ain’t trying to go to prison, son. I ain’t made for that shit. I’d rather die before going to the slammer. Bust on these bitch ass feds.

As I lowered my hands slowly, my mind, and my body fought. Mind was telling me to reach for the chrome plated .45 that was tucked in my waste, right up under my shirt, while my body pushed my hand past my waste and on down to the release on the back of seat of the 2 door Geo Metro. The seat lurches forward, as hands suddenly grabbed my body, pulling me out of the car and throwing me to the ground.

The agent quickly cuffed me and searched me, pulling the concealed heat out of my belt. I watched as the other agent went over to the car, opened the trunk and grabbed the duffel bag containing the 18 pistols, I was planning on selling. “Shit!” I said to myself.

.. ..

As I sat in the back seat of the dusty, unmarked ATF car, I wondered to myself; how did I get myself into this shit? What the fuck happened. As I waited for the agent to come back to the car, my mind raced, heart beating uncontrollably out of my chest. I tried to get my thoughts together. What the hell am I going to tell these fuckers about those 18 Nines and 45’s they’re looking at? How the hell am I supposed to get out of this? I don’t know, but I ain’t going out like no punk ass bitch. I ain’t snitching on nobody! How did I get here?....


6 months earlier. . .

“I hate this fuckin job”, 24 years old Deion “DC” Chambers thought to himself as he leaned over to silence the alarm clock at ..7 a.m... He slowly got out of his plush king sized bed, and sleepily wandered toward the shower. He turned on the water and as he waited for it to warm up, he brushed his teeth, then checked out his chocolate skin complexion and admired his physique in the full length mirror on the door of the large bathroom. Standing at 6’2”, weighing 205 pounds, he was lean, and muscular. With broad shoulders, thick biceps, forearms and a toned six pack, he kept the ladies in lust whenever he went out in a wifebeater. He ran track in high school, so he had muscular legs with rock hard calf muscles. He critiqued his fresh shape up, which he wasn’t too pleased about, but he thought to himself, “I’ll just have to find a new barber.” DC was a stickler when it came to his appearance.

After a quick hot shower, Deion dried off with an oversized dark green towel that matched the décor of the bathroom, and put on lotion, deodorant and sprayed on Burberry cologne. “This is my shit, I’ll have ‘em all up on me, saying ‘Oooooooh DC, you smell soooooo good, and I love a man that smells good”, he said, smiling at himself in the mirror.

After making sure his body was fresh, the young player walked over to his large walk-in closet to select what to wear to work. He pulled out his Jos. A. Bank Navy Sharkskin Windowpane suit with the matching single reverse pleated trousers, and a pink Traveler Tailored Fit Pinpoint Solid Spread Collar dress shirt and matching tie.

After slipping into his clothes, Deion put in his contact lenses and admired himself in the mirror one last time. After he was satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed an apple and bottle of orange juice and headed for the door.

DC worked for Robert Half Finance & Accounting, a moderate sized accounting firm just north of Raleigh. After graduating from St. Louis University with a degree in Accounting from John Cook School of Business, he obtained a low level Accountant position with goals of becoming a Senior Accountant with the prosperous organization.

It had been a little over two years ago since he first started with them, and he had been in his boss’s office more than he had been in the Principal’s office in his entire school career. Vincent Russo was the reason for his despise for the place that he’d once had so many hopes for, as being the place to start and blossom in his career.

“That racist fuck,” thought Deion, checking out his reflection once again in the rearview mirror. “I came through the door, and showed Russo people that I have what it takes to be one of their best Senior Accountants, and just because I look like a nigga from the hood, they trying to treat me like, I ain’t shit. He smoothed down his neatly trimmed goatee and primped for a few seconds, pulling back his shoulder length dreads, in a rubber band. “That fool's just mad because this ‘nigga’ looks good and can get any of them hoes up in that office; black and all.” He thought to himself as he rose from his black 2007 GS 430, I can’t be too mad though, these idiots are paying my bills and a bit more.

Despite his discontent with his job, Deion was pretty well off. He made $75,000 in his first year with all of the hard work he put in at Half. When he offered the job, he was promised a base salary of $50,000 plus quarterly bonuses. The bonuses varied, depending on how well the company did, which is why Deion made sure to do his part and more, to keep his pockets fat. He lived in a nice condo on Crab Orchard Drive, in Raleigh. He loved the location, because it was far away from the hood, but close to North Carolina State University, where he would have the opportunity to meet women and possibly a few homeboys to kick it with.

.. ..

Staci was a sexy half black and Puerto Rican tender. She stood 5’2” with a medium sized frame, shaped like a coke bottle. She first spotted DC on one of his many journey’s to the local bar. The moment she saw him, she knew she had to have him. “Oh my god, look at the way he moves. I bet he would stroke this pussy real good”. As Staci watched him dance to song after song, she knew that this sexy man was not from around this area. She, being sick of the niggas from this area, decided right away that she had to find out what was up with him. She knew she had to make a move soon, because soon others, after seeing him, would certainly try to get at him. She went so far as to going home with him that same night.

DC allowed her to accompany him back to his place, after they got something to eat from Denny’s. As they entered the living room, they smothered eachother in wet, passionate, lust filled kisses. His nine and a half inch dick was hard as a brick, pressing into her stomach. Staci grabbed it to feel the thickness of it and her pussy started dripping like Niagara Falls. She wanted him inside of her now but there was a problem. She had just come on her period today. “Well, she thought to herself, “I’ll just use this as a test to see if he really can get the pussy”. As they kissed and hugged and fondled eachother as DC led her upstairs to the bedroom, he started taking her clothes off. She allowed him to take her shirt off, and she looked at him lustfully as she reached behind to unstrap her bra. He watched her intensely as her 34 DD’s spilled out. “Dayum”, DC said to her, “you got some pretty titties, girl”. She thanked him by placing his hands on them, allowing him to play with her nipples, her nipples getting hard; sticking out about a half an inch. He gently pushed her backwards onto her back in the bed, and started to unbutton her pants. She stopped him, telling him, “I’m sorry, but we can’t go there right now”. DC, looking extremely confused, asked her, “What’s wrong?” Staci looked DC right in the eyes and said, “I want you so badly right now, I really do, but—“. “But what?” he asked impatiently. Staci looked down, and muttered, “I’m on my period.” And why the fuck would you be all over my dick, if you ain’t plan on fuckin’? You playing games with me or something? You must be prepared to suck a nigga’s dick, since you got it so hard and been grabbing for it. Staci must’ve been reading my mind, as she reached for my belt, and slowly unbuckled it. “Mmmmmmmmmmm”, Deion moaned as she pulled out his semi hard dick, and slowly massaged it with her soft hands. If this feels good, imagine how those lips are going to feel, he thought to himself, as he relaxed and let her go to work on him.

Staci looked at DC’s wood, lovingly has she massaged his shaft. This is just right; nice and thick and not too much for me to handle, she thought. DC was 9 and a half inches long, and thick.

Staci slowly stroked the shaft of DC’s quickly hardening dick, while looking at his reactions to her soft hands working his piece over. She wet the tip of his dick with her tongue and wrapped her lips around him as he let out a low pleasurable moan. . .

Back to it

I swear that the days of Yahoo 360° used to be the best! I was a blogging somebody and just seemed to have gotten away from it.  I live an exciting enough life that I can share [I think]. Much has changed in my life in the years since then and so I thought I'd get back to it.

I have a very hectic schedule between work, school, union activities, political rallies and driving, [I almost forgot. . .writing and editing] but I will be sure to take or make the time to spill my guts all over this keyboard.

Oh yea. . .big shoutout to Curvi Mag, Swagg, and BBT. You all are playing a major role in helping me along the road to becoming the editor that I've wanted to be for years! It is greatly appreciated!

This is just the introduction people. . .keep ya eyes open.

I've ALWAYS got something to say!