Obama Farm

And so it was that after the brave Obama had lead the animals in overthrowing the Clintons who had ruled the DNC farm for many years, a spirit of hope and change swept across the land. To ensure the principles behind the victory were never forgotten, he had painted in bright green letters on the side of the barn Seven Commandments. They would be the philosophy behind his government. The Seven Commandments were:

1) I shall take public financing for the election
2) I support the DC gun ban
3) The telecoms shall not have wiretap immunity
4) NAFTA must be repealed
5) I cannot disown my pastor and church
6) I oppose all restrictions on abortion
7) All of our combat troops will be out of Iraq in 16 months

But it seemed strange indeeed to the donkeys and the other farm animals that with the Clinton's vanquished, the great leader began talking of different ideas than the ones that had inspired their support of him in the rebellion. Indeed these new ideas were often not only like those of the Clintons; some of them sounded suspiciously like the Republicans as well.

This made the animals wonder why they had given so much to support the Obama crusade. Then one day, as they walked by the barn, those who could read realized that the writing seemed somewhat different from what they remembered. Some said they appeared to have been "refined." Now the Seven Commandments said this:

1) I shall not take public financing for the election
2) I support the DC gun ban being overturned
3) The telecoms shall have wiretap immunity
4) NAFTA must not be repealed
5) I long ago disowned my pastor and church
6) I oppose some restrictions on abortion
7) All of our combat troops will be out of Iraq eventually

The fears of the animals were deepened when they heard that the Obama was meeting the Clintons in the DNC farmhouse for dinner.

An uproar of voices was coming from the farmhouse. They rushed back and looked through the window again. Yes, a violent quarrel was in progress. There were shoutings, bangings on the table, sharp suspicious glances, furious denials. The source of the trouble appeared to be that Obama and Mrs. Clinton had each played an ace of spades simultaneously.

Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike. No question, now, what had happened to the face of the Obama. The creatures outside looked from Obama to Clinton, and from Clinton to Obama, and from Obama to Clinton again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.


All politicians are cyncial; but Obama is more cynical, opportunistic, hypocritical and two-faced than others.