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Wow!

Just when I thought I couldn't love Barack Obama more...
Just when I thought I'd shed all the tears I could shed...
Just when I thought the man couldn't thrill me more...he aired the 30-minute commercial. And all I can say is...you guessed...WOW!

If there are any undecided voters after seeing last night's infomercial, there's really nothing else to say. Obama laid out his economic plans and punctuated them with real-life stories. He said he wanted to unify our nation. He said he wanted to make health care and education affordable for all Americans.

What more do you need?

Not only that, Barack showed his human side when he spoke about his family. His mother who, on her deathbed, was more worried about how she was going to pay her medical bills than how she was going to get well. His grandparents -- the grandfather who fought in Patton's war, the grandmother who worked in the factories while he was gone. And we saw his children, Malia and Sasha, the girls he speaks to every night from wherever he is. At the end of the day, that's who he's fighting for. He wants to leave this world better for his babies.

Again, what more do you need?

It's no secret that I've been on board with Barack since the primary season. I think he's the kind of leader that we need at a time when our economy is in the toilet, people are losing their houses left and right, and the costs of everyday necessities are going up. His world view will earn us the respect that eluded us during the Bush years, and he will end this pointless war.

Do I think Barack is the messiah? Not hardly. He said it himself that he wasn't a perfect, nor would he be the perfect president. I appreciate his honesty, and with the mess left by the Republican Mafia, it's going to be an uphill battle to straighten it out.

All I know is that Barack Obama is the right leader for America. I'll be voting for him, and I hope you'll join me.

Comments

Unknown said…
You said "Republican Mafia" ....you slay me...I agree I couldn't love him anymore...even after a day and a half in Las Vegas with Adventure and 5 1/2 hour traffic on the return...my head is about to split open and all I can do is love on him and pray in my head without ceasing that tomorrow the earth moves in a way that I can feel it...

Danna "that one" Kiel

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