Inevitable Disappointment

We finally got one of our guys on the football team. A member of the marching band has been selected as the starting quarterback. And now we realize he doesn't want to be one of us anymore. We find out he may never have been one of us to begin with.

Yeah, I'm talking about President-Elect Barack Obama and his abysmal choice for the invocation at his inauguration, Mister Rick Warren, a guy whose purpose-driven life has led him to an awful lot of cheeseburgers by the looks of it. [Look at him here, trying to eat Obama]

And then there are the cabinet appointments: middle-of-the-road or conservative.

But we already knew he wasn't one of us. Let's face it. If he were one of us, he'd be a scrawny, bespectacled kid, not QB-caliber at all, a 38-year old freshman physics major dating his lab partner. We all knew it. We had that fear. The fear that the Left can't ever win. Our player doesn't even have an arm, and he doesn't play with a real ball. He's allergic to the grass, so he can't even make it to the try-outs. Oh well, I'm gonna have fun being disappointed over the next four years.