The issue is that Senator Obama is running on nothing but empty platitudes.

He says he wants to “heal” the country, but he spent twenty years as a member of the UCC, presumably sitting quietly in the pews as Reverend Wright spouted his racist, anti-American moonbattery from the pulpit.

In one of his TV ads, some handout-hungry loser piece of human garbage (who probably can’t wait for a President Obama to green-light picking the pockets of the productive) whines about the monetary cost of fighting terrorists. In his world, “charity begins at home” trumps providing for the common defense.

Collectivism is a moral hazard. Enough moral hazard yields depravity.

Remember when then-first lady Mrs. Clinton wrote It Takes a Village? Remember how then-president Mr. Clinton figured that, since the village was raising his child for him, he could cavort with an intern a scant few years older than his teenage daughter and then lie about it under oath.

If Senator Obama wants to exclaim that Red China’s Potemkin-village works slapped together with slave labor in preparation for the Olympics puts America to shame, and he wants to tell little girls that America has lost its way, and he wants to claim that the night of his presumptive nomination is the moment that America can start work on finally becoming great, then my question to him is this: Before confiscating the fruits of my labor to finance your grand Marxist plans to redistribute wealth at home and abroad, how’s your brother?