Rarely has a President been so extreme, so foolish, and so self-righteous that he did not win re-election, after having taken the White House from the opposing party. Jimmy Carter managed this feat, and Barack Hussein Obama stands poised to join the elite club.

The American people, whether our Divider in Chief wants to acknowledge it or not, are still a center-right people. When, in a nation built by patriots who loathed royalty, a person ascends to the highest position of leadership in the free world, we expect that person to be hell-bent on uplifting and defending our country, not himself. The messianic image parlayed by this madman, and the drooling media that supports it, have incensed the populace to a point of anger. We don’t like kings. We don’t like dictators. We run them out of town.

Barack Obama has decided that he knows best, and he will stop at nothing to make sure that America is "remade" in his image. We unwashed masses had better drink the kool-aid or "get out of the way," according to Obama himself. But he has hit snags. Protests. The people are not taking this lying down, and it’s making him mad. He is not accustomed to hearing "no." He is not accustomed to failure. He is rattled, stressed, and coming unhinged with increasing speed. The look in his eyes is reminiscent of Cruella de Vil towards the end of 101 Dalmations, when she is driving recklessly faster towards her goal, caution thrown to the wind. Obama is losing his grip on reality, his smooth politicking becoming ever more transparent. He barely stops short of pounding his fist like a petulant child who is constantly being denied an ice cream cone.

Keep it up, America. You know what is best for you, and no government can provide it.