Political Humor | Finding Obama

Hole in my Life

There was something missing from my life. I knew that there had to be something bigger than me. I wanted to be a part of it. For years I’d heard about this man. The one who could change my life. I had to find him.

As a child I had paid little attention, when he was spoken about. Later as an adult, there were other things that were more important to me. You know, the whole sex, drugs and rock and roll lifestyle. I hadn’t reached that crisis in my soul yet. When it came, I knew I needed him. He could fill that hole.

Looking for Love in All the Wrong Places

About a year ago -after driving for three days- I found myself outside of the Snake River Correctional Facility in eastern Oregon. I thought he might be there. Thousands of those incarcerated had found him while behind bars. Michael Vick had found him in a place like this. Just the threat of being locked up, caused Paris Hilton to track him down. I felt that my chances were good.

When I had spoken to the warden, he was skeptical at first. He finally agreed that his prison was not only the right place to find him but that he knew him personally and he would allow me in. I was very excited.

I was led through the heavy guarded front gates, across the courtyard of the medium security facility. I won’t go into details about the shocking experience I had as I walked through that hellhole. Finally, the guard opened a last sliding barrier of iron bars. I found myself face to face with a shirtless man. This was Him.

We sat at a table, which was bolted to the floor. The shirtless man sat across from me, manacled. An attached chain reached from the manacles to the floor. He didn’t look like the redeemer that I had envisioned, but he did have a big cross tattooed on his chest.

There were two more things that caused me some confusion. The first was that he pronounced his name with a “hey” sound instead of the “J” I was used to.

The second was that he didn’t speak much like a savior, but he did use the word “Jew” a lot. I remember very vividly him saying, “Wha’da f*%ck jew want?” And just when I thought it was time for me to be going, he said something that brought me back to my youth. I remembered being taught it in church. Something about a body and blood. He stared at me, with his cold, dark eyes and asked, “Jew wanta piece a me?”

It was right then that I knew that this wasn’t the man I sought.

Who Needs Action When You’ve Got Words?

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For weeks afterwards, I wandered through my life; lost in the despair that only having that rug of deliverance pulled out from under ones self can produce. Then, zoning out in front of the TV one mid-morning, I saw a vision. I think it was Oprah. No, not the annoying busybody -her show. On her show I saw him. I saw Barack Obama!

I watched in amazement as he said what ever he said. He said it so well, with such power. I was mesmerized. It was as if I had seen a rock concert performed by a Southern Baptist minister, but without all that religious stuff. I could only recall two of the words - change and hope- but the message was clear, “Follow Me!”

I read everything I could about him. His white mother raising him, along with his racist grandmother. The years of guilt caused by racial confusion. His awakening when he found his wright right church. His rise to the call of public service. I knew I needed to see him in person.

I checked his web page. I found out that he was going to appear at an event out side of Chicago, just a few hours from my house. I packed, left early and camped out, in order to be sure I could get in to see him. What can I say, he was just wonderful. This man has something to offer to everyone! He showed me that there need not be a difference between Democrat and Republican. We could follow him and be as one. I was hooked.

Driving back late that evening, I knew what I had to do. The next morning I told my fascist, corporate loving boss to shove it! I cashed out my stocks, 401k and traded in my 2007 Lexus for a 1982 VW microbus. I’ve been on the road since then.

It’s been very spiritual experience for me. My new friends and me are crisscrossing the country, following him everywhere we can.

Here’s a picture of me in San Francisco at an Obama fundraiser. This was also a ride in support of that very green form of transportation, the bicycle. Like the artwork? This really sweet, gentle guy painted it on for me. That was over three weeks ago. I haven’t washed my ass since, for fear of losing it. He is always on my mind.

I’ll be following him through all 58 states, from town-to-town, rally-to-rally until November. While most of the time I’ve no idea what he’s saying (he’s sooo smart) I know it’s something I can believe in.

Tattoed man picture, Tattoo22.com
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