My Obama Kool-ade Trip

Last night I had a dream that I took a sip of the kool-ade.

I found myself in darkness. Must have been the darkness and despair of the tyrannical Bush years. Suddenly, the media put their spotlight on a recycled Styrofoam cup that had the words "drink me" printed on it. Television monitors suddenly appeared all around me. "Drink it" flashed on all the screens. Newspapers unfurled from above with the words "Drink it" in bold black headlines. What else could I do? So I did as the media advised me and took a sip.

Suddenly the world was awash in a rose colored acid trip. Generations of hippies and flower children began to sing "We Shall Overcome" as they watched the Messiah appear from the Senate temple. On either side of him, God engraved words onto tablets in which the great one read with such eloquence and profundity. "You deserve a new car" the Obamassiah said. Then he pulled bags of money out of his butt and threw it to the masses. "Your home shall be paid for" and more money came out of his butt. "You are entitled to free health care", but he couldn't squeeze any more money out, so the crowd began to feed him their wallets. More money came out of his butt.

Then the great leader walked to Iran and took the hand of it's president. They then walked to North Korea and picked up Kim Jong and then headed for Russia. Soon all of the worlds despots and tyrants were laying down their arms and joining the Obamassiah in singing while they melted down all the guns in the world and turning them into windmills. They locked up the evil rich white CEO's and took over their companies so they could use their profits to pay reparations to all of the victims of corporate "Unfairness".

As the members of the media and Hollywood "activists" lined up to pay homage to the Obamassiah by offering their souls in exchange for just one more cup of Kool-ade, I was shaken from the awe of the Obamassiah's glowing halo by the sound of my alarm clock. Thank God it was just a dream.
I sipped the bitter reality of my morning coffee and enjoyed the cherished freedom of blogging the tale of my nightmarish, but all too vivid journey in the shoes of those who choose to live by the dictates of the chosen one. Give me coffee over Kool-ade anytime!