For one thing, some of the mainstream media which has been lubricating his journey to the promised land may be starting to question whether the anointed one is the real deal, or just a compilation of smoke and mirrors that, like fog, has almost no substance behind it.

Personally, I’m starting to have serious questions whether Barack is up to the most important job in the world. Or would turn out to be a man in an ocean of politics and world crises way over his head.

An admittedly ardent, outspoken Obama supporter, hate to say, but I’m starting to feel some doubt creep into my strong, sometimes bellicose desire to see the good Senator elected President.

It’s not even the fact, as my father says, he’ll send capital gains taxes, even taxes on private home sales through the roof. Or that he’s pledged to decimate the armed forces and surrender in Iraq as the way to refill the national Bush-drained coffers. Not to mention scrap the nuclear defense shield just when it’s becoming operational.

I’m not going south on Barack because of the fact that his religious adviser and mentor, the Reverend Wright, Sunday after Sunday, berated the United States, while spewing anti-white, anti-female, anti-Hillary rhetoric like a venomous machine gun mowing down the enemy.

And it doesn’t really bug me that he’s stonewalling the investigation into his admittedly Islamic religious upbringing. Or that, as the article by the gifted and talented Jennifer Rubin so eloquently states, Barack is treating gay marriage and the abortion issue like they’re the new third rails of politics.

Or that his campaign is reported to be in the initial stages of enacting into law a comprehensive program to give “sizable” reparations to direct descendants ( or those willing to sign an affidavit that they’re of African descent)of slaves.

No, none of these issues are the lynch pin that holds my loyalty to Barack and the beautiful Michelle.

The truth be known, I have a problem with his VP pick. Frankly, I wanted him to pick Hillary for VP. Hillary, who’s intelligent, experienced and knowledgeable beyond belief. Hillary who received more popular votes than Barack, and has pledged her support for middle America blue collar values, a strong economy, and especially, women’s rights.

Instead, Barack is picking John Kerry who is documented to have lied when running for President like a drunker sailor. Who never spent (”seared into me like a branding iron”) Christmas in Cambodia, never threw his medals over onto the White House lawn as he publicly stated, never was sorry for causing POW’s to be beaten as a result of his claims before congress that the U.S. military was “cutting off heads, butchering children, raping the Vietnamese countryside and torturing innocent civilians.”

John Kerry’s VP selection is why my support for the, Democratic-primary-voter-anointed Barack Obama and beautiful first lady, Michelle, is ever so slowly starting to waver; like a stale cookie, beginning to crumble, like a –oh forget the metaphors, Barack is starting to make me feel queasy. I mean, I can no longer say with 99% certainty that Barack’s candidacy passes the smell test.

Let’s face it, you and I both know his conversion to Christianity was a Chicago political charade. The guy disavowed his Indonesian Muslim upbringing, called the woman who raised him a “typical” white woman, said he could no more disavow his relationship with Reverend Wright than he could disavow his cultural and religious upbringing; the both of which he later did.

I’m rambling now, I know, but look, he sat in church at Trinity for twenty years listening to Wright’s hate-America-First speech. Then said he didn’t remember hearing it, then said he did. Then said Reverend Wright “wasn’t the man I knew.”

Well, I’m thinking Barack Obama isn’t the man that we, rabid Obama supporters, thought all summer was the one right for the biggest job in the world.

I’m starting to think the only kind of change Barack can be counted on to deliver on is the one involving his mind.

I’m starting to believe that the man we fawned and fainted over during breathtaking speeches was in the final result a product of smoke and mirrors.

If you ask me, Barack Obama is on a collision course with a veritable freight train whose cars are filled with duty, honor and country.

John McCain.

A true American hero. And when they collide in November, I’m afraid Barack’s election hopes are going to be knocked silly. Americans everywhere are going to rise up and wise up. And realize for darn sure that Barack Obama is, was and always will be, as they say in the fight game in Chitown, just another wannabe; simply a little man with big designs who folks finally saw for what he is.

Just another bum from the neighborhood.

Furthermore, if you want to decipher the double speak of the messiah (little m)look squarely into the face of his wife, listen to her words, the bitter tone in which they are unleashed and with an unwavering conviction that you will listen to her husband (threat implied). Frightening, I know, but illuminating.

“situation is conceptually no different from pretending that the need for essential services somehow justifies a three-billion-dollar federal budget.

That Uncle Sam is entitled to something is universally conceded, but the crucial question is one of degree. The Democratic Party is appallingly quiet when it comes”

I would love a 3 billion dollar budget, but I think you meant a 3 trillion dollar budget.

Nowhere.

Besides which, I consider it very “fair” that the federal government stick to the limited tasks assigned it in the Constitution and stay out of my hair in order that I might pursue “happiness” (or something).

If you listen to Obama on almost any topic (from treatment of the “Sons of Iraq” to any topic you can think of) his entire shtick is based on some notion of “fairness”.

And who, exactly, is the only individual capable of determing what constitutes “fairness” and what constitutes “unfairness” ?

The Anointed One of course.

Arrogance, to the max.