Some have questioned the sincerity of the tears from President Obama yesterday.  They missed the point.  The tears are all too genuine, but what matters is the reason for the tears.  With Obama, everything is always and only about himself.  That is why he used the word “I” more than 75 times.  It is hard to believe that Obama shed those tears because of his compassion for the victims of a mass murder.  He has been remarkably incapable of expressing compassion for anyone else.  It seems more likely that he shed those tears for himself.

The end is near for Obama and he knows it.  He may be planning a glorious permanent golf vacation in Hawaii funded by U.S. taxpayers, but it is not what he wants.  He wants to be the focus of everyone’s attention.  It is not clear he wants the job of being President, but he absolutely wants the glory of being President.  In many ways this is similar to what Bill Clinton said upon leaving office, when in a moment of weakness he told the truth:

“I may not have been the greatest president, but I’ve had the most fun eight years.” –Bill Clinton

The future looks bleak for Barack Obama.  His power is already evaporating and it will completely disappear the day he leaves office.  The tears are because he knows that.  They are the tears of frustration.  They are the tears of abandonment, again. Obama enduring a childhood filled with repeated rejection and abandonment.  He was abandoned by his father from day one. He was rejected by his mother who sent him to live with her parents in Hawaii. She showed up later, stayed only a few months, then abandoned again and moved back to Indonesia.  In desperation his grandparents found a black friend to be Obama’s mentor.  This turned out to be Frank Marshall Davis, a card carrying communist, and a very bitter bi-sexual pedophile.  If you can stomach it, read the poem “Pops” written by Barack Obama while he was at Columbia.  That poem says a lot about Frank Marshal Davis:

http://www.independentsentinel.com/barack-obamas-poem-pop/

There were the tears of someone who knows the end is near and rushing toward him at the speed of light.  We can expect to see more of this.

TDM