No lesser evil possible - Part One: Lets talk Obama...

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Lets revisit the political arena.

Lets look at things with unblinking eyes and open minds.

Lets talk Obama!

A remarkable career, the stuff American dreams are made of.

Black, raised by a single mother, poor and hard working, and on the verge of attaining the highest office in the nation, to become the undisputed leader of the FREE WORLD...

Such an inspirational story, beautifully American, wholesome.

Yes, America, out of nowhere comes Obama, catapulted to instant celebrity status (the darling creature of the reality-TV phenomenon) thanks to the booty-shaking virtues of the Obama Girl and her catchy tune, a youtube favorite.

All of the sudden, America hungers for the cool demeanor of the young senator and his darling wife, sparking impossible comparisons to the mythical Camelot of yesteryear.

But wait just a gosh darn minute!

Black, poor, just arrived in the political arena yesterday evening, and now he is running for President?!

Not only that, check out that bunch of dinero hurled his way, paving a rosy road for our fine new candidate, a healthy campaign trail all the way.

He jumps in private jets, his soulfully foreign-sounding name emblazoned to the sides , and chills out with other world leaders as if he was already a head of state.

How awesome, but....

...there is a big BUT that makes me suspicious of all this Obama broo-haha.

First, there is the dinero... Where does it come from? Hey, we all know that people don't just go around giving money away by the handful, unless there is the hope of a future payback. Find out who's money it is and you will know whose agenda Barack is going to follow once he is elected. And believe me, is not going to be the Joe-Six-Pack or Juan-Del Pueblo's agenda... That's for sure.

Lets move on...

When his pastor for many years, Rev. Jeremiah Wright, stood in front of his congregation and preached truth in the loud, abrasive and scathing way all preachers inspired by the Spirit of God do (which does not diminishes the truth contained within the yelled speech) and then he was attacked and shamelessly quoted out of context by the media, what does Barack Obama do?

Instead of showing a manly nerve, promote real CHANGE and take a strong stance in favor of his spiritual mentor, he does the oh-so-convenient little sidestep and plays the political game.

He preaches CHANGE, he fills his mouth with those six capital letters as if he was bringing down a slab of rock engraved by God itself, yet is willing to mow everything in his way with the metaphors of misinformation and covert, he is willing to fail to serve the truth in order to retain his political edge.

That turns Obama into what every politician is: a professional liar, a master of the rhetoric of convenience, the tired beauty of the political slogans, those jewels of poetry and deceit.

Barack Obama is a product, casing, label and promotional package all neatly wrapped in one.

Sorry you, my dear in law, Melvin, Obama's humble subject.

His words are carefully studied, programed, scientifically designed to please, to convince, to obtain results.

He preaches CHANGE, yet indulges in the political game of winning-is-the-ultimate-goal, the Machiavellian theory that the end justifies the means. He threads thru the dark alleyways of the precise strategies, hidden agendas and formulaic behavior, the land of the PR masters, political strategists, marketing gurus and spin doctors (not tha DJ-ing kind either).

It is funny, but just today in Extra!, a celebrity-based TV magazine, the narrator refers to females voters as fans, expected to react more promptly and base their decision swayed by features showing the candidates and their respective spouses fashion sense. Girls, you are not smart enough to make your decision taking into account a real, sensible and attainable social agenda or any other sensible political goal, sorry girls... Not on this watch.

We are left to decide between two evils. (McCain is no better, will blog about that soon.)

Damn... I feel like in that episode of "South Park" were the foul-mouthed eight-year-olds are urged to decide between a douche bag and a turd sandwich as their school mascot: without the possibility of a lesser evil.

What do you all think? Get back to me with your thoughts.

Will keep you posted.