Take America Back?
Exspider
This just in from Russ Vaughn over at Old War Dogs.
Thanks Russ, somebody needed to say it.


I don’t know about you but when I hear Barack Obama stand in front of the a mass of adoring Kool Aid drinkers at the Democratic convention and say, “We’re going to take America back,” hairs stand up on my neck. Take America Back? Just who the hell from?
The verbal construct take back requires a reciprocal action, the necessity that someone else must give up their America. Since I am diametrically opposed to Obama’s extreme socialist views, I assume that one of those someone’s who is going to be required to give back America is me.
Nope, ain’t gonna happen. I’m not in a giving mood, Barry, so you better think long and hard, boy, about what it’s going to require to take it away from me.
I happen to very much like the America in which I live. With all its faults, this country is hands down the best place in the world to live as evidenced by all the folks from other countries busting their asses to get in here. We may export jobs but we sure as hell don’t export people. There’s gotta be a reason for that, Barry. Every speech you make you poormouth the USA but there’s not another country in the world that people are trying so hard to get into.
Sure, we have our periodic downturns economically but they’re always followed by upturns that keep us on track as the economic envy of the world. And, true, we do find ourselves in the position of having to defend our primacy in the world by periodically demonstrating through our military prowess that we’re not gonna take any crap from two-bit, tinhorn despots ranging from Arab pissants to Russian blowhards.
All I hear from you Democrats is how terrible our economy is and yet when I look at my own life which began dirt poor, I am content with the blessings my America has bestowed on me and my loved ones. We are far from well to do, but we are comfortable, warm, sheltered and able to eat and drink what we please. We’re a damned sight better off than your brother in Nairobi. Bet he’d be real happy to move into a spare bedroom in that big ol’ house of yours, don’t you, Barry?
Sure, I see poor people and I feel for them; but you know what that makes me think, Barry? They should be doing the things my wife and I did not to stay poor. Get an education, work hard and don’t blow your money on luxury automobiles and homes you can’t afford to maintain. Live within your means and work hard to increase those means. Save for your future.
But, no, Barack, you want to take back the America in which I am comfortable and give it to those who don’t want to work their way through college as I did, without taking out federally-guaranteed student loans to haunt me for years. You want to take back my America and hand it over to the tattooed, pierced losers who would rather waste their youth on things that make them feel good, and squander the most productive years of their lives seeking that ever illusive sense of fulfillment you Hollywood inspired liberals place so prominently above the sense of responsibility.
I’ll tell you right now and in no uncertain terms, Barack Obama, you want to take back my America? You and your pixie-dusted followers better be a helluva lot tougher than what you’ve shown me so far.
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