In this time of ever more dangerous geopolitical situations around the world and with Islamo-fascists on the march, here at home we have an out of control US Government. A government under the control of Neo-Marxist ideologues that are attempting to steal my children’s future. That’s made it personal. As we used to say in the Marine Corps, stand by. You have a lot to answer for.
I read Barack Obama’s Fathers Day speech. I can’t fault him for it, until I think about the man himself. Barack wrote about fatherhood. Well and good. He is the father of two little girls. Barack Obama never had that very special relationship that exists between a father and his son.
He scarcely knew his birth father, Kenyan muslim Barack Hussein Obama Sr., meeting only once when in 5th grade and finally before his father’s death when Barry was 22. Barack’s mother was three months pregnant when she married Barack Sr., not knowing that he already had a wife and children in Kenya. Ann Dunham divorced Barack Sr. two years later. She then met and married Lolo Soetoro, an Indonesian muslim. They moved to Jakarta, where they lived for four years before Ann and Lolo were divorced and Ann, Barry and his half-sister returned to Hawaii. Ann Dunham was sort of a loose cannon, whose parenting came secondary to her academic studies.
Barack was raised by his grandparents in Hawaii, where he was mentored by the communist activist Frank Marshall Davis through his formative years. I’m not dissecting poor Barry’s background… but in his own words Barack Obama said he felt a ‘sense of abandonment’ as a child… no small wonder. Obama also stated that, “At the time of his death my father remained a myth to me, both more and less than a man”. This is a telling statement and explains much about that cold and detached demeanor Obama has. It also explains why Barack Obama has no patriotic attachment to this country. In essence, we have an outsider running our country. Barack Obama does not love this country… he hates and despises America. His actions speak so much louder than words.
I was also the product of a broken home, my mother having died when I was 14 months old. My father was never in the picture and in fact I never met him until I was an adult. I had dedicated and loving grandparents who raised my brother and I. I will forever be profoundly grateful and humbled by their sacrifices for us. My Grandfather was old-country in every sense. He led by example and through that he taught us of his great love and respect for his adopted country. Those seeds were to find fertile ground with me.
I’m not comparing my situation with that of Barack Hussein. I’ve been blessed beyond all measure, with my two sons and my five year old daughter. We have very special relationships. A mother’s love and nurturing care cannot be understated… but the relationship of a father to his children is something that is rare and beautiful.
So to all of you out there I wish you a happy Fathers Day… go hug your kids and tell them how much you love them.
Hopefully, next Fathers Day will find us on our way to recovery sans a DeMarxist Congress. We can then aid our President by giving him plenty of time for his kids, by retiring him in 2012.
Semper Vigilans, Semper Fidelis
© Skip MacLure 2010