Obama jumped out of Uncle Sam’s hat, right on time for a presidential election. It’s not a mystery that the electoral campaign means a lot of money and a powerful endorsement. Naturally, people wanted to learn more about the enigmatic candidate and his benefactors. Strangely, even the most disturbing claims concerning illegal funds and foreign donations were ignored, the most substratal questions only partially answered at best. The entire world wondered if the “tactlessly” straight-shooting America who would always dare to wash political dirty laundry in public was about to change style. We didn’t have the chance to get a sneak peak at what’s in the red tape-sealed Pandora’s Box, but the president’s personal matryoshka contained domestic terrorists, hateful preachers, generous Saudi benefactors, comrade Mao’s fan club and more. At that point of time it wasn’t even clear if the headgear used in the magic trick truly belonged to Uncle Sam. One thing for sure: the oversized rodent was out of the hat, and he was here to stay.

The mysterious Mr.Soetoro proved he can juggle not only with aliases but with Social Security numbers and birth certificates. He didn’t attempt to jump through the rings of fire but his capacity to squeeze through legal loopholes has been notable. He showed the nation how to spin an empty plate. Unfortunately, the talented performer has his shortcomings and will not pass into the history of political circus as a maestro. He committed every artist’s greatest faux-pas by forgetting who he was performing for, mistaking the USA with a caliphate.  All daredevil stunt acts were delegated to soldiers, and his ventriloquist’s dummies were booed by angry crowd fed up with “no bread but circuses”.

We wouldn’t be able to choose the best clown, because there was no comic competition; all gagsters were in the same team and an identical scenario was used in every act. The great Obamissimus was getting ready to swallow the United States Constitution. Our liberties and our rights were disappearing at the stroke of his magic pen. The spectators would hoot and holler, but they were strapped to their seats and forced to endure the preposterous parade. The freak show was shocking but equally displeasing: a she-beard, a general with a huge armchair grown into his derrière, delusional desk-jockeys swinging back and forth, bribe-shuffling werehyenas, integrity midgets, and muzzled commentators.

No gig is eternal, not even a political one. This show has been particularly excruciating and appalling, but it seems the organisers haven’t foreseen a refund. The tightrope walking president is certainly planning to do a disappearing act by the end of the spectacle, but some viewers would never be satisfied with such an endgame without a real closure. The public may wish for a memorable ending to the hoax. Who will have the last word: the show producers or the discontented spectators?  Will Obama be fired out of the national cannon or will the show go on?