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President Barack Obama should be allowed to visit his family.

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posted on Jul, 29 2009 @ 12:18 PM
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Why do I make this thread? You ask me?

I believe that President Barack Obama is the President of the USA. That doesn't mean that I love him, or, that I watch MSNBC or whatever. I feel personally that he should be allowed to visit his family. People accuse him of not being born in the USA. People also say his family is from Kenya. This is true.

I think he should be allowed to visit his family. He was born in the USA. But I think that these internet rumors shouldn't stop him from keeping him from visiting his family. I don't think that Barack should be held to a double standard.

I may hate where he stands- but- a silly internet rumor about neither candidates during the election shouldn't stop him from going to where he originated from. He was born in Hawaii. But- I think it would be terrible if he couldn't visit his brothers and his sister in Kenya, for the fear of internet bloggers/racist people.

I'm not defending him. I'm just saying that other Presidents have been allowed to visit their family... so he should be allowed to as well. Regardless of how much of a puppet he is- he should be allowed to visit his family.

Your thoughts?




posted on Jul, 29 2009 @ 12:25 PM
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Who's stopping him from going anywhere? You have a link for this?



posted on Jul, 29 2009 @ 12:47 PM
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Thats right! Maybe he will decide to stay!


We shouldn't stop him from date night. We shouldn't stop him from spending our paychecks, or anything else. He is a free man, unlike the rest of us!


Check out this email. I liked it, and it is very pertinent:

"Dinner with Obama"

Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner. The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.

"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."

"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty.. It was just a d inner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.

"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.

I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.

"Eric's children are also quite hungry."

With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood,brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.

"And their grandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.

"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

I wanted to shout - that was my coat! But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortl y that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished,20and my wife had been thrown out of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine.

I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.

"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his crème Brule. He drained the last drops of his wine.

As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years b ehind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us. What had I done wrong?

As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.


"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.

Wake up, America!



posted on Jul, 29 2009 @ 12:57 PM
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I'll try to find a link for it. I remember seeing an article somewhere where it said that on his visit to Africa previously he didn't visit Kenya or his family because of internet rumors.



posted on Jul, 29 2009 @ 01:11 PM
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No one is stopping him from seeing his family. However, if I were him, I would bring them over here to the US...It's much safer than him going to Kenya.

Just my 2-cents



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