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His Middle Name is Hussein

Obama and Biden.

Osama Bin Laden.

The Beginning of the End Times.*

The End of the Bad Times.

In every generation, there is some political event or time period that defines that generation. For my parents, it was the Cold War. For their parents, World War 2. For their parents, World War 1. Before that? I'm not really sure, but there was something. I'd bet on it. And now it's my generation's turn.

I can't help but wonder In fifty years, I wonder what they'll call all this. "All this" consists of 9-11. Of soaring gas prices, of the most watched election in the history of mankind. Of whatever will happen in the next few months as the market falls and the USA becomes more deeply in bondage to debt.

I don't really think that Barack is a saviour or a swindler. I don't think McCain & Palin are as frightening as some do. I also realize that I know little about American politics.

This news video is pretty much the opposit of Swing Vote. And I can guarantee that you won't see it play next Friday.

*seriously, someone said to me at my grandma's funeral that if Obama gets elected, they believe it will be the beginning of the end times. what do you even say to that!?


Suzanne said…
food for thought. Read this blog by John Piper

not necessarily related..
Sarah said…
70 years ago today War of the Worlds was read over the radio, causing panic because people thought the east coast of the USA had really been invaded by aliens.
Vanessa said…
Haha...that video was pretty funny. I'm not sure how long it took me to catch onto what was happening, but to my credit I don't think it was too long. :)
So ... is that site supporting Obama? The last bit confused me.
Lisa said…
50,000? That's a BIG town! Practically a CITY! At least it is for your small-town country cousin! :)

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