Obama’s Soul-Brother Eulogy:
Fried Chicken & Collard Greens

 By Jim Berlin 

Until the very end of President Obama’s eulogy for Rev. Clementa Pinckney, the South Carolina preacher killed by a white psychopath, everything was sadly predictable. Barack milked all the political udders to call for more gun control and tell us racism is ripe and rampant in America:

“It’s why Johnny gets called back for a second interview,” he said, “but Jamal does not.” (Don’t bother asking for the last names of Johnny or Jamal; he made the story up.)

But then the president got weird. In an awkward attempt to prove his soul-brother chops (I got rhythm, baby), Barack began singing “Amazing Grace”…

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saves a wretch like me…
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind but now I see…

Unfortunately, the white boy in his genes overrode the rhythm and Mr. Obama went
flat and off-key by the third line. The emperor has no chops.

In fact his shot at crooning like a soul brother was as off-key as his entire

approach to the eulogy. Rather than coming before the mourners as the leader of the most ethnically-diverse country on Earth, he reached into The Great Melting Pot – and pulled out the fried chicken and collard greens.

He came before the mourners and the nation as a Black man first — the president second.

That’s not his job description. To paraphrase “Amazing Grace”…

He once was lost, and is still not found,
Was blind, and still can’t see.

U.S. Secret Service Failure
Risked Obama’s Life in Africa

By Jim Berlin

Because accountability has yet to be a job requirement for Mr. Obama’s political appointees, U.S. Secret Service director Julia Pierson will likely keep her job despite the agency’s monumental failure to protect the president in South Africa.

For 19 minutes a fake sign-language interpreter – a self-admitted schizophrenic with a record of violence – stood next to Obama during his eulogy for Nelson Mandela. You can be sure no one from our Secret Service, or anyone else with a badge, had bothered to search this crazy for weapons.

When news broke that the signer was a mere master of empty gestures, Secret Service spokesman Ed Donovan launched into the D.C. tap dance known as “It’s the other guy’s fault”:

The South African government, not the Secret Service, was responsible for security on the stage…our agents were always in close proximity to the President…and even, it’s a shame the deaf were denied the opportunity to know what Mr. Obama actually said during his speech.

Some dance! Understand now, if the ceremony had occurred in some modern western European nation, Britain for example, a trust-but-verify policy by the Secret Service might have been acceptable. But this was Africa for godsake. From northernmost Tunisia to the tip of South Africa itself, the governments, police and armies of the continent’s 55 nations are a

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cesspool of confusion, corruption and ineptitude.

The South Africans were in charge?

That’s not how it’s supposed to work, and Director Julia Pierson knows it. Whenever the President of the United States steps on foreign soil, the U.S. Secret Service is in charge of presidential security. They were not. They failed their mission and their duty and it could have resulted in Mr. Obama dying in the very land he claims as his heritage.

Maybe, because this failure by one of his appointees actually compromised his physical safety, the President will demand accountability. But probably not. Pierson was another of Obama’s “politically correct” selections – the first woman in history to run the Secret Service.