Kurt Cobain, Prophet of the Supreme Messianic Obama

In a phenomenal act of disgrace, our current president, has paraded through out the lands both near and far, apologizing for the actions of Americans. It is American’s fault that the world is filled with terrorists, pollution, mass extinction of rare and exotic species, hurricanes, global warming, global cooling, democracy, and a host of other yet to be named actions. I for one am sick of hearing how I am at fault for the perceived (that means John Lennon’s rose colored glasses) inequities we, as Americans, through the bounty of hard work and technological superiority, have attained. I cannot help that he feels guilty for living the good life. His limousine and Air Force One demonstrate his care and attention to those who are less fortunate.

We over threw the yoke of tyranny and became the United States of America. The land that was here, was occupied by native American Indians who failed to hear the freight train coming at them. Tecumseh came the closest when he tried to unite the tribes occupying the Midwest and expel the pale faces. Too much, too little, too late. It is not my fault that the rest of the third world cannot find similar means to attain that end. We even gave Iraq the assistance to make the transition and look what that got us.

So now the leader of our country is traipsing around the world trying to make friends by showing weakness and vulnerability instead of using our strengths as a way of winning. We dominate the world and Obama is displaying us like babies on a changing table, poopy diaper and all. What a disgrace.

As the suicidal lead singer of Nirvana sang, What else should I be? All apologies. How prophetic.

What else should I be?
All apologies.
What else could I say?
Everyone is gay.
What else could I write?
I don't have the right.
What else should I be?
All Apologies.
In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
Married! Buried!
I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
I'll proceed from shame
Sunburn with freezer burn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy
In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
Married, Married, Married!
Buried!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
All alone is all we all are

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Cobb