Mr. President, Barack Obama

Today while visiting the grocery store, I happened to pick up a book about the President of the United States of America. Written by a man who supposedly has followed all of the President's actions politically including relations with Haiti, his father's birth place, his owning a large home with his wife, his supposed disagreement with the second amendment. I didn't read it. I do have a comment on it though. He is our president. George W. Bush was our president before that. There is a billboard in Wyoming of George W. Bush saying, "Miss me yet?" ... I find this very disagreeable. Obama is a man just like any other man except he had the (mis)fortune of being elected our president. No matter how that happened, it did happen. Part of being an American is U.S. Pride - something currently very evident in the Olympics. I think the Olympics was created to show pride for countries, to show who is the best without real violence. United States Pride: a part of every home. Part of that pride is our government. You may not feel that way but we worked hard for a lot of years over a number of wars to have our current government. He is our President. Show some support. He hasn't screwed up too badly yet.

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