The Conservative Soldier

What is the “take away”, as they say, when I encounter this?

Picture a staid, lovely suburban Chicago residence. The manicured front yard is graced by a sign supporting the insane proposition that an inexperienced, anti-American Illinois Senator named Obama would become President of the United States.

But there’s more. As a backdrop, the yard is cluttered with expensive yet gaudy Halloween props – tombstones, horrifying skeletons, skulls bearing ghastly expressions of utter despair, and a preponderance of cobwebs.

Is this a preview of our world under Obama? The thought howled, in keeping with the season, between my ears as I drove past.

Surely, this has got to be the one Halloween when the Obama sign is spooky enough. It boggles the mind how his hapless supporters – those who seek change without regard for the consequences – fail to grasp that the juxtaposition of Halloween’s creepiness with their political Messiah sends the very message that the rest of us have long warned about: that the nightmares begin on Nov. 5, and for many Halloweens to come, unless voters wake up and make the right choice.

The obvious choice is to vote for the American hero whose scars are not hyped, cosmetic enhancements intended to trivialize pain and suffering, which is the essence of Halloween decorating in modern suburbia. Senator McCain’s are the scars earned in service to his country, in a prison far from home, in a world where Sen. Obama would not last for even one day.