Sunday Night Song

It has been s strange week in the political arena this week, highlighted perhaps by the oddity of a composite woman. As it turns out, in his book "Dreams From My Father", Obama, or perhaps Bill Ayers, skirted the truth once again in code speak by morphing several girlfriends into a "composite woman".

Obama claimed to be so intellectually superior to these misguided women that they lost their own identity in his book, and in his mind.

The emergence of this story, coupled with the Obama campaign introducing us to Julia, who needs the assistance of our gifted Commander in Arrogance throughout her entire life and Obama crackpot crony and aspiring Massachusetts Senator Elizabeth Warren claiming Native American status all the while insulting our Native American friends.

The collection of these stories this week has opened the floodgates for political fodder, with the best analysis presented by the sharp witty mind of Mark Steyn in a recent Investors Business Daily editorial.

Perhaps blinded by arrogance, one must marvel at the imagination Obama is blessed with.  From having to spend time with in his early years with white women who failed to quite understand the anger and need to get down with the struggle to thinking his presidency is a rousing success, it is astonishing.

Imagination run wild.

This brings us to a fantastic ballad about imagination and composite women of the mind; Atlanta Rhythm Section and their 1977 smash Imaginary Lover. Unfortunately, Obama's private pleasure of a socialist utopia are ruining our the lives our citizens at an alarming rate.  If only his intentions were imaginary. 

Anyhow, November is coming, with satisfaction guaranteed, God willing. In the meantime, a classic tune in Imaginary Lover should brighten the mood.

Enjoy!