I feel like we, the American people, who once lived in the greatest nation on earth, are sitting in a great symphony hall, listening to a beautifully, meticulously, orchestrated symphony, listening, but not hearing.
The music is beautiful, but we don't hear, or know, the words.
The maestro is one Barack Hussein Obama, who has the baton in hand, and moves his lithe athletic body in graceful movements, in tempo with the music, that he himself has written.
The hand picked talented orchestra responds to each and every movement of the maestro's baton.
Other directors have conducted similar symphonies, but never, in this country has their been a symphony written, and performed with such talented, hand picked musicians, who were so devoted to their conductor.
The music is somewhat abstract, no one knows, for sure, what the maestro intends for this symphony, but it is apparent that most of the music is designed to move the audience, all in the same direction, so they are listening, as one.
