I'm at my wits end with the anti-Obama lies (not just distortions, but LIES). I thought this might help, for anyone who hasn't seen this before:
The video is especially useful for those Dee Dee Myers of the world who make misleading statements like this:
"No woman with Obama’s résumé could run," said Dee Dee Myers, the first woman to be White House press secretary, under Bill Clinton, and the author of "Why Women Should Rule the World." "No woman could have gotten out of the gate." Women are still held to a double standard, and they tend to buy into it themselves.
Only someone who truly NEEDS to view Sen. Obama as a neophyte can cling to that myth, rather than embrace the reality that he has over 1000 pieces of legislation to his name, and continue to suggest that his resume is 'thin'. Sen. Obama has shown a strength of character that has inspired me to want to be a better person, and not wait for someone else to create a better tomorrow.
He is not the (probable) nominee because he's 1 - male, or 2 - African-American, but because he ran a superior campaign.
Forgive me. I know Maya Angelou is a Clinton supporter, so quoting her is not intended as a 'rub', but I love her work, and found this fitting. While the MSM/TM created one phony 'crisis' after another in attempt to destroy his candidacy ( Pastor Problems/White Voter Problems/Women Voter Problems/... you get the point), he kept his compsure and his dignity.
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
I thought it was interesting that each stanza seems to address some false accusation against Barack, but turns that accusation on its ear. No matter what the MSM/TM or his detractors, throw at him next, this party is coming together, and we're going to rise WITH HIM!