Some things are simply beyond my comprehension, they defy my logic. The election of Mr. Obama for four more years as president of these United States is one such incident. Our nation is much deeper in debt than we were four years ago, closer to total bankruptcy. The majority of American voters said that's okay. I don't understand.
President Obama demanded and signed legislation which was never read, resulting in government takeover of our medical industry and a majority of American voters said that's okay. I don't understand.
Our illegal immigration situation at our southern border is deadlier than ever and the majority of "Latino" voters said that's okay. I don't understand.
Our nation has never before been more class or racially divided, but a majority of American voters said that's okay. I don't understand.
President Obama has given billions to "support" the poor, who are poorer than when he took office, so he covets the earnings of successful citizens to give even more away. Our voters said that's okay and I don't understand.
American border patrol officer Brian Terry was murdered almost two years ago, the weapons traced directly to Washington. Still no answers, but a majority of American voters said that's okay. I don't understand.
The murder of our ambassador and three others in Benghazi has been played as an unfortunate incident which we should ignore and move "forward." A majority of American voters said that's okay. I don't understand.
He demonstrates no understanding of an enemy sworn to kill us all and whispers "flexibility" to the Russians. American voters said that's okay. I don't understand.
Let's play the old game of "Who Am I?":
I was born in one country, but raised in another country. My father was born in yet another county. I was not his only child, he fathered several children with numerous women.
I became very close to my mother as my father showed no interest in me. My mother died at an early age from cancer. Although my father deserted me and my mother raised me, I later wrote a book idolizing my father, not my mother.
Later in life, questions arose over my real name. My birth records were sketchy. No one was able to produce a legitimate, reliable birth certificate. I grew up practicing one faith, but then converted to Christianity as it was widely accepted in my new country.
I wrote a book about my struggles growing up. It was clear to those who read my memoirs that I had difficulties accepting that my father abandoned me as a child.
I became active in local politics when I was in my 30s. Then, with help behind the scenes, I literally burst on to the world scene as a candidate for national office in my 40s. They said I had a golden tongue and I could talk anyone into anything.
I had a virtually non-existent resumé, little work history and no experience in leading a single organization, yet I was a powerful speaker and citizens were drawn to me as though I were a magnet. I drew incredibly large crowds during my public appearances. This bolstered my ego.
At first my political campaign focused on my country's foreign policy. I was very critical of my country in the last war and seized every opportunity to bash my country. But what launched my raise to national prominence were my views on the country's economy. I called my campaign a "Peoples Campaign." I was the surprise candidate because I emerged from outside the traditional path of politics and I was able to gain widespread popular support. I knew that if I merely offered the people hope, together we could change our country and the world.
So I started to make my speeches sound like they were on behalf of the downtrodden, the poor, the ignorant, to include persecuted minorities. My true views were not widely known and I kept them unknown until after I became my nation's leader. I had to carefully guard reality as anybody could have easily found out what I really believed if they had simply read my writings and examined those people that I associated with. I'm glad they didn't do it because then I became the most powerful man in the world.
And then the world learned the truth.
Who am I? I am Adolph Hitler.
If you were thinking of someone else you should be afraid. Very afraid.
Note: The author of "Who Am I" is unknown.