The most shocking image I have of the entire campaign season is Obama coming out onto the podium with Michelle and their two girls for the victory speech. The media had covered Obama every evening on the cable news for six months and never during that whole time did you see Michelle at Obama’s side. You didn’t even see Michelle at all even though she too was giving speeches and campaigning.
What you did see at every campaign stop was Obama in front of a podium full of photogenic women. Always women, always ecstatic, often orgasmic. The subliminal message is “every woman can have sex with the big black enchilada.”
Axlerod slipped on the last weekend and gushed, “the president’s closing argument is coming from his loins” according to Fox News and other major media. That was their plan all along. In retrospect it’s so obvious.
Not to mention the Obama campaign’s official Lena Dunam ad in the last week, comparing voting for the first time to losing your virginity. You open the curtains to the voting booth, step right in – be sure it’s with the right man. Your first time voting is that important.
Four years ago Obama came out on the stage for his victory lap all alone. It was a sweeping arc of columns shaped like vulva, with this tall man genuflecting in the delicate middle for all to see. Then fireworks exploded in an orgasmic climax at the end of his speech, bright white streamers of seminal fire.
Sex sells. All the media reporters, 90% of whom are women (mostly young women, attractive and photogenic), adore Obama when he’s alone and projecting the image of a virile black man with fire in his loins, energetic and anxious to please you with platitudes and lofty dreams of hope.
It’s enough to make a woman wet.
We saw the real Obama in the debates. He was petty, arrogant, condescending and overbearing, especially in the last debate. He was rude, crass, inconsiderate, obstinate and pushy. All the things that women hate the most in their relationships with men, just the things that lead to marital discord and divorce.
Alas, the delicacy of Obama’s performance is that he projects the image of the rock star beau, the one night stand, the interracial fling with a married man. Puffed up buffoons with egos the size of Mount Everest are okay in affairs, even preferable…
It’s not until women see Michelle and their girls that they realize they’ve been duped, big time. It really was a one night stand. You feel filthy dirty, used and abused.
Raped!
That’s show business.
