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PrintAugust 15, 2010
Obama visits the Gulf coast
Presidents have visited my town before, but none have ever vacationed here. Not that a 27 hour visit can really be called a vacation, but at least it has brought national attention to this area, and we can definitely use the economic boost that everyone hopes it will bring. Perhaps it will be Mr. Obama's shining moment, the one thing that he did in his presidency to actually help the economy.
For this president, right is wrong and wrong is right. Instead of being a uniter, he is a divider. The ideals that were inscribed on paper and heart by our forefathers are being trampled underfoot and replaced with the objectives of a tyrannical despot.
Righteousness is being challenged once again by unrighteousness. I feel like I went to sleep and woke up in Bizarro World.
I am intensely patriotic. I cry when I hear songs like "America the Beautiful." I love the flag and what it represents. I am grateful for our military men and women and do not take our freedom (what's left of it) for granted. The people of this country - the real people, not the pseudo-citizens who hate America and everything it represents - are glad to be here and are thankful every day for the blessings that have come to us as residents of the greatest nation on earth, and I am but one small voice in the choir that sings its praises. So, when the president of this great country comes to town, my heart should be swelled with patriotism, but it is not.
One of our local television stations broadcast live as The Obamas arrived on Air Force One at Tyndall Air Force Base. The president and his wife greeted the crowd that came to see them and then they boarded Marine One to make the trip to the Navy Base for a meeting with local officials. I watched the helicopter take off and since I live fairly close to the Air Force Base, within a couple of minutes I could hear them flying overhead. I should have rushed outside to catch a glimpse of history, but I did not.
Maybe I should feel honored that the President of the United States spent the night less than 20 miles from my home, but I do not. Maybe I should feel some connection to him now that his feet touched the beautiful white beaches that I have walked since my childhood, but I cannot. Last night he ate of the bounty of my land and I should be grateful to share, but I simply did not.
I cried when I saw Marine One take off from Tyndall Air Force Base yesterday morning, not because I was proud, but because I was not proud. As an American, that is a difficult thing to believe...that I could ever not be proud of my president. And it hurts.
For this president, right is wrong and wrong is right. Instead of being a uniter, he is a divider. The ideals that were inscribed on paper and heart by our forefathers are being trampled underfoot and replaced with the objectives of a tyrannical despot.
Righteousness is being challenged once again by unrighteousness. I feel like I went to sleep and woke up in Bizarro World.
I am intensely patriotic. I cry when I hear songs like "America the Beautiful." I love the flag and what it represents. I am grateful for our military men and women and do not take our freedom (what's left of it) for granted. The people of this country - the real people, not the pseudo-citizens who hate America and everything it represents - are glad to be here and are thankful every day for the blessings that have come to us as residents of the greatest nation on earth, and I am but one small voice in the choir that sings its praises. So, when the president of this great country comes to town, my heart should be swelled with patriotism, but it is not.
One of our local television stations broadcast live as The Obamas arrived on Air Force One at Tyndall Air Force Base. The president and his wife greeted the crowd that came to see them and then they boarded Marine One to make the trip to the Navy Base for a meeting with local officials. I watched the helicopter take off and since I live fairly close to the Air Force Base, within a couple of minutes I could hear them flying overhead. I should have rushed outside to catch a glimpse of history, but I did not.
Maybe I should feel honored that the President of the United States spent the night less than 20 miles from my home, but I do not. Maybe I should feel some connection to him now that his feet touched the beautiful white beaches that I have walked since my childhood, but I cannot. Last night he ate of the bounty of my land and I should be grateful to share, but I simply did not.
I cried when I saw Marine One take off from Tyndall Air Force Base yesterday morning, not because I was proud, but because I was not proud. As an American, that is a difficult thing to believe...that I could ever not be proud of my president. And it hurts.
