I Don’t Care

I am well aware that the presidential debates are more heated than usual this year, even more so because of who’s running and what’s at stake – our freedom. I know a lot of people wanted of be rid of Bush but that’s nothing compared to the ones wanting to get rid of Obama. In my honest opinion, Obama is the most controversial and divisive president we’ve ever had. Romney is not nearly as interesting. I would rather have a boring politician any day over what we have now. Of course, both candidates pasts have been dug through, which is a given in every election. We know everything about old Willard but Obama’s past is still murky. We still don’t know much about our own president other than what he is willing to volunteer and the media won’t report it. He is their Golden Boy. Why on earth does he need several social security numbers, especially ones connected to states he never lived in. There is definitely something rotten in the state of Denmark. Millions of dollars have been used for the purpose of concealing his school records. Could it be that he attended school as a foreign student? Personally, I believe he was born in Kenya just like his grandmother said. Why would she lie?  I don’t really care where he was born. I just want him out of office. I also don’t care that his mother posed for pornographic photos. I don’t care. I think it’s a low blow to bring up something like this even about the much maligned Obama. Luckily no photos surfaced of Barbara Bush. Obama’s mother’s indiscretions, and we’ve all had them, have nothing to do with his ability to lead. “Inability” is probably the word. I don’t care about what his favorite Girl Scout Cookie is despite what the media thinks. I care about what he plans to do about the economy. I have some choice words regarding TV appearances where he says that he tucks his daughters in every night. I don’t care. I want to know how he is going to protect our country. On the opposite end of the care spectrum is what Queen Obama is wearing. She always looks sweaty to me. These two need to hit the road and not let any grass grow under their feet. This man is so off the beam that it scares me. My freedom, that’s what I care about. I can’t wait until the presidential debates tomorrow. Did I just say that? As I’m typing this, it is hard for me to fathom. Well, I’ll be back around for the evening addition. Ciao