This is the city: Los Angeles, California. I work here. I'm an ex-mayor. Los Angeles is a magnet for people from all over the world. Some of them run for public office. Inevitably some of them stray from the golden rule and rule for those that have the gold. That's when I go to work. My name is Yorty. I'm a dead pol.
Someone had the gall to call me racist for putting up a video mentioned by others on the blog that showed one example of the proposed "Obama Youth." That being, just because the youth in that video all happened to be African American.
So to be sure, here's one with a very multi-cultural Obama Youth brigade singing songs of praise to Obama, with at least one comparison that might wake you up.
Since when do we sing songs of worship to a Presidential candidate? There' "I'm Just Wild About Harry" but come on, this takes it to a scary level.
Obama has his own symbol and seal. At best, it's tremendous ego, at worst it's a foreboding of a new type of politics (though one we've seen it before) of a cult of personality centered around an empty suit who has yet to articulate an actual plan.
I don't idolize McCain the way many of my friends drool over Obama. I don't want to idolize a candidate. I have my doubts about elements of McCain's philosophy and plan. However he's closer to my worldview and doesn't scare the crap out of me like Obama.
Be honest with yourself, isn't there just something a little weird about the whole Obama thing. Its hip to support Obama, but when you look at it rationally, you can't be intellectually candid with yourself and really say Obama is trustworthy and competent.