Obama Unchained: A Melody America Must Not Sing

The love song “Unchained Melody”, made most famous by The Righteous Brothers in 1965, has become one of the most recorded and aired songs of the twentieth century. The crooning tenor voice of Bobby Hatfield left listeners stunned and speechless as they hung on every note of this great melody of love, emotionally unchained, giving any listener ample reason to listen speechless and in awe.

I may be a tough Marine veteran, but I love that song, and I can’t help but tear up (a little bit) every time I hear it. You can listen to it now by clicking here.

But what would it be like if President Obama sang his own personal version of “Unchained Melody” ?

“Oh, my love, my darling I’ve hunger for your vote.”

It doesn’t have quite the same power.

Our president is a narcissist, and one thing a narcissist must have, above all else, is the adoration and worship of others. After the Newsweek cover “Hit the Road Barack”, the “Big O” must be wondering: “America, are you still mine? Chris, my love, does your leg still tingle for me? Or have you taken your hardball and gone home?”

Is the “Big O” crying out in desperation, “I need your love! I need your love! Bring me on back. I’m Barack and I’m black. Vote for me. Vote for me.”

Even liberals of the most serious persuasion are wondering, as they shriek in pain at the plummeting polls, as they sing back to President Obama, “I’m sorry, Mr. President, but I’ve lost that loving feeling, and now I’m gone, gone, gone, and I just can’t go on, supporting you. We just can’t bring you back. And no, were not racists. We just don’t like you anymore. You’re killing our portfolios!”

It doesn’t seem to matter what demographic you look at, Jews, independents, women, blacks, even young people; they’re just not lining up behind him this go-around. Perhaps it’s hard to line up behind a man whose policies forced you to queue up in the unemployment line?

I’m afraid the Narcissist-in-Chief is going to be wooing the American voter for a very long, lonely time. And time goes by so slowly, especially when all the voter sees is an America going down the tubes, an America, which used to be the most powerful and respected country on the planet, of all history even. America, under the leadership of Barack Obama, going down the tubes, like a lonely river flowing to the sea, to the sea, to the open arms of the sea, never to be seen or heard from again.

And is that Joe Biden I hear in the wings, crying out in desperation (as Pelosi and Reid sing back-up vocal for Barack) “Wait for me, wait for me! I’ll be coming home, wait for me!”

As the last, lonely sycophant sucks up to the Big O, the great narcissist-in-chief hangs his lonely head and whispers a prayer to himself, “I need your love. I need your vote. God speed your vote to me.” But the votes aren’t coming, and they won’t, because America truly has lost that lovin’ feeling. I’m sorry Barack, but we are gone, gone, gone, and we can’t go on, sucking up to you.

Some in the media are predicting Obama will lose his re-election bid, that come November he will be gone, gone, gone. I pray they are right, because if this man is allowed to sing his own version of “Unchained Melody” , America, as we know it will be gone, gone, gone forever, drifted out to sea, never to return, never to grace the world with its greatness again.

“Unchained Melody: Obama’s Second Term”, it’s not a love song; it’s a B-grade horror flick; it’s more than I can bear; it’s a world filled with constitutional crises, Supreme Court appointments of the most liberal kind, and Executive Orders with the force of law.

America, come home to the founding fathers, to the principles that made us great. Come home to God, family and country, to smaller government, to morality, to the realities of cause and effect, to the truth and to justice. Come home to a world where you, the voter, is the boss, where narcissists have no place but in front of their own, lonely mirror.

If you voted for the “Big O” in 08, it’s okay to right the wrong. In your heart, you know you’re not a racist. Come home, America. Vote conservative and chain Obama’s beast. Feel clean again. Only you can bring back that lovin’ feelin’. All is forgiven.

Skip Coryell is the author of eight books including “Blood in the Streets: Concealed Carry and the OK Corral, RKBA: Defending the Right to Keep and Bear Arms, The God Virus, and We Hold These Truths. He is the founder of The Second Amendment March, a Marine Corps veteran, and the President of White Feather Press. He lives with his family in Michigan.

About the author: Skip Coryell

Skip Coryell lives with his wife and children in Michigan. Skip Coryell is the author of nine books including Blood in the Streets: Concealed Carry and the OK Corral, RKBA: Defending the Right to Keep and Bear Arms, The God Virus, and We Hold These Truths. He is the founder of The Second Amendment March and the President of White Feather Press. He is an avid hunter and sportsman, a Marine Corps veteran, and co-host of the syndicated radio show Frontlines of Freedom. For more details on Skip Coryell, or to contact him personally, go to his website at skipcoryell.com

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