In Mile-High Stadium, they are building the "Barackopolis." It is there that, tonight, Lord Messiah Barack Obama will accept the coronation as Democrat nominee in front of 75,000 screaming, applauding, fainting worshippers.
In classic teleprompter style, Barack Hussein Obama will simultaneously channel the spirits of Martin Luther King, Jr. on the 45th anniversary of his "I Have a Dream" speech, the "Camelot" portrait of the JFK White House days, and Apollo, the most virile and desired of Greek gods.
Fawning all over him with phrases like "home run," "out of the park," "tingles running down my spine," and "If he wasn't already married..." will be his well-heeled sychophants in the media. I could not bear to watch the likes of Keith Olbermann and Chris Matthews in the middle of their Obama mindtrip.
If you somehow manage to watch tonight, be on the lookout for the tell-tale signs that Barack Hussein Obama IS a god of Greek proportions.
Look for the overwhelming Hubris, the "overweaning pride" that says, "this belongs to me." That yells "audacity is a virtue." That demands power as an entitlement rather than that achieved through experience or earned through service.
Listen to the cries of the crowds, as they lift up such chants as "Clinton hath slain [or fed] his thousands, but Barack his ten-thousands!" (NOTE: Be sure Bill doesn't have a spear nearby.) Watch the tears of ardent adorers as they weep in joy and rapture.
And remember. Remember that you were there when the new Great Leader was coronated. Bow, genuflect, acquiesce.... All Hail!
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