Is fate trying to warn America about Barack Obama? It surely looks like that way.
During an Ohio campaign stop on July 6, Obama alights from his ominous Darth Vader omnibus and breakfasts at Ann’s Place, a family owned Akron diner. Prior to the meal, he hugs the genial 70-year-old proprietress, Josephine “Ann” Harris, an Obama fan no less, who summarily drops dead less than three hours later. Sad as that story is, can it not be viewed as a metaphor of the so-called “Obama curse” and the deathly gloom that man has brought down upon the American people and their prospects of livelihood? Here be a monster, it seems to say.
In October of 2010, the presidential seal inexplicably fell off Obama’s podium at a women’s conference. In July 2011, the presidential seal flew off his limousine. Once is chance. Is twice a message? Here be fraud, it seems to say.
This Obama, he’s bad medicine.