Do you remember President Obama’s inauguration, when he and Michelle danced to Beyonce’s version of the song “At Last”?
Millions of Americans celebrated, with good reason. At the same time millions more worried, also with good reason. We could only predict what sort of havoc an ultra-leftist president, with an ultra-leftist House and Senate, would wreak on our country. Not that the media gave any credence whatsoever to our concerns.
(Too bad we didn’t get even a small percentage of the coverage the lefty hysterics are getting over the prospect of a Donald Trump administration. Even the local news where I live has been touting a couple of women nobody ever heard of who plan to march in protest this weekend. And regardless of the fact that Donald Trump is the most pro-LGBT president-elect in history they act like the LGBT crowd are all going to lose their rights. It’s so freaking annoying, I can’t even stand it.)
Well, here we are eight years later. The sky didn’t fall, and if you look around things still seem pretty normal. But what Obama was able to “accomplish” is going to take a good deal of time to undo.
The only thing I was slightly hopeful for when he took office was that race relations would improve, and now that’s even worse than ever. Looking back it makes sense, though, if you are familiar with the Cloward-Piven strategy. Happy people living in peaceful harmony don’t fit into the whole grand scheme of things when societal disruption is your goal.
On a personal level, the stagnant wages of the Obama economy has kind of sucked. Combined with Obamacare, which has been a complete and utter disaster, means that life is a lot more difficult than it was eight years ago.
When Obama was inaugurated our boys were four and seven years old. Now they’re twelve and fifteen. When you have kids time really flies, but at the same time, it seems like the Obama years have lasted a lifetime.
Not long after Obama took office we started a family business and found an insurance policy with decent coverage that we could afford. Fast forward a few years and I had to go back to work outside of the family business because our insurance premiums went through the roof while coverage was diminished considerably. Out were the days of co-payments, in were the days of high deductibles. They didn’t mention the whole “Pay more, get less” aspect of the law.
It was hard enough paying our rising insurance premiums. But then when we needed the insurance it didn’t cover anything until we coughed up another few thousand dollars per family member. Gee, what a deal.
I can still hear Nancy Pelosi cackle about how Obamacare was going to make it so easy for people to quit their jobs to pursue their dreams. We knew at the time it was a lie, but even so, we were still stunned at the impact of that lie. What Pelosi meant was that Obamacare was only meant to help people whose dreams involved not making a living. It was meant to punish people like us, and succeeded. I’ve never felt more beaten up in my life.
And then there’s everything else. I wouldn’t even know where to start, Obama’s done so much damage. I’m sure he’s still releasing criminals and writing executive orders as I type this.
Hopefully the staff of President-Elect Donald Trump have been hard at work drafting executive orders to undo some of the damage. I’m not a huge Trump fan, but I’m cautiously optimistic and am willing to give him, and the Republican majority in the House and Senate, a chance. If they only get a few, big, things right it will be a step in the right direction.
So I will pray for them. And I will watch the inauguration and celebrate the fact that the Democrat Party has been decimated. I will wish President and Mrs. Obama well in their retirement. And I will hope and pray that the Republicans don’t fall into the many traps the Democrats and their partners in the media set for them.
Finally, after eight long years, I will let out a sigh of relief while I hang on to a small little glimmer of hope.