Our Blessed Obama

They said a Great Change could salvage the hopes and dreams of mankind, and mankind was running low on hopes and dreams -- they'd been frozen. The many were in fear of destitution -- young mothers held their babies and sang Rock of Ages -- men walked the streets crying in solitude so that no one would witness their shame. Young people, confused and diillusioned, moped in malls and vacant lots, their vision reduced to a dark and dreary present in which optimism was an old, tired idea slowly passing. 

The huge machine of free enterprise had failed them, had faltered and ground to an abrupt stop. A figurative, dark fog enveloped the land and hearts were broken on the callous streets where it seemed no one cared.

There was only one hope -- The Great Change. From the miasma of lost dreams and nightmarish tomorrows arose a man who transcended the awful times, for he was timeless, a leader who comes along in times of greatest need. He arose like an angel of mercy and His voice calmed the people and His words healed their despair. They cried "Obama", "Obama" and He smiled. They petitioned Him for change and with His gentle soul and mind He moved the world in a new direction. There was light once more. "This is our second chance", He said, and they all wept, this time in cleansing joy.

"The New Plan has been created and the world will become abundant with all that is good and just", He said. The people went forth, reborn in a fellowship that ended all hatred and strife. Countries around the world soon followed until there was One World -- wars ended and all the people prospered regardless of race, creed or color. There was music like no one had ever heard, colors brighter than eyes had ever witnessed -- at last, there was change. Thanks, O thanks, Our Blessed Obama.