Why Obama is Not Ready, Fit, to Leadby: R.J. Moeller
For the President of the United States at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave,

more is required, expected, and desperately needed than sophisticated semantics and
crowd appeal among excitable college students.
Someone running to be the next United President needs: a breadth of knowledge and experience, a track record of sustained and persistent effort and effectiveness in lower branches of government, and a healthy enough respect for the solemn position to not seek its post unless absolutely certain he or she is ready to lead.
When I was in 5th grade, I ran for Student Council President and won. My platform consisted of grandiose promises for free ice cream, meatball subs every day for lunch, a reversal of the principal’s ruling against tackle football at recess, and early release days at least once a month. Knowing full well that none of the planks in my platform would hold under the weight of reality, I nevertheless insisted I was the man for the job and slyly avoided any situation where my pie-in-the-sky promises would be questioned or even examined.
The problem, besides my wildly unrealistic assurances of things I had absolutely no control over, was that I had decided to run for the prestigious position on whim a week before ballots were to be cast. A couple of cute chicas in Mrs. Walter’s homeroom class mentioned that they thought I should run and would win. Not once in my previous 5 years of elementary schooling had I ever even contemplated joining the student council, nor did I have any experience whatsoever in non-sports related extracurricular activities. (This would have cut in to my playing Homerun Derby, Running Bases, and Nintendo time.)
I had other priorities, zero experience, and very little appreciation for the responsibilities I would encounter should I prevail.
This story has an unhappy ending which includes my being asked to resign by the sponsoring teacher who ran Student Council. Apparently they wanted the President to show up at every meeting. She also did not like the fact that when I did show up and found out that 3rd graders were included on the Student Council Board, I initiated the vote to ban future participation in student government by anyone younger than 4th grade while she went to the Teacher’s Lounge to get a Coke. (It didn’t help that the sponsoring teacher’s child happened to be a 3rd grader on that same Student Council board.)
The truth is I never really wanted to be President. I liked that a few cute chicas in my homeroom class suggested I run and that was about the extent of my deliberating process. But something had changed as soon as I announced I was thinking of running: people came out of the woodwork to encourage my candidacy because they blindly believed I could really keep unrealistic promises.

I was the Candy Man. I promised people what they wanted, and all it cost them is a silly little vote. My popularity grew and I liked hearing and seeing my name in the hallways. I began to buy into my own hype. Most of those prompting me to run didn’t really care either way themselves, but momentum built and soon I was handed the reigns to a job I was wholly unsuited and unprepared for.
From the time Barack Obama ended his now legendary “rock-star” speech at the Democratic National Convention in 2004; his ascendancy to the Democratic Nominee for President in 2008 has been in some ways inevitable. Granted, most observers and pundits predicted a Hillary Clinton victory at the start of this primary season, but that initial analysis was based on the presumption that American voters would appropriately take one look at the freshmen senator from Illinois asking for their vote and say, “No we can’t!…at least not yet.”
There seemed little chance that someone with such insignificant experience, non-existent national familiarity, and a voting record that makes Ted Kennedy look like Joe Lieberman’s conservative cousin would be able to steal the spotlight from Madame Hillary’s royal coronation.
What is more, Barack Obama had, up until a few months before officially entering the race in late 2006, stated he would
not run in 2008. In interviews in 2004 and 2005, as reporters began their pre-swoon swoon of the Boy Wonder, Obama appropriately pointed to his inexperience, his commitment to the “good people of Illinois,” and the crop of exciting potential candidates his Party would put forward in the Presidential primary season all as reasons why he should not, would not, run.
But what do you when you are being told that you are a rock-star before ever having played a

single chord, when the adoring media and Hollywood power brokers already have their proverbial lighters waving in the air asking for an encore to a performance you’ve yet to give (or proven you are capable of giving)? How do you turn away from that seductive siren-call of fame, power, and prestige? It's worth nothing that Bill Clinton thought of running in 1988, but decided to wait for 1992. Similarly, Republicans wanted Reagan to run while still governor of California in 1968, but he was sure that he wasn't ready yet. There's something to be said for the man who knows his own limitations.
Before deciding to run, Obama knew he had a decidedly liberal voting record (when
he bothered to show up at all) that would turn away more than 50% of American voters. He knew his associations with radical pastors, known ists, and felons convicted of bribing politicians in his home state of Illinois would be issues only time and increased national recognition could wash away. He knew himself that 2008 was not his year.
That is, until 2008 rolled around.
In what can only be described as an extraordinary turn of events, not only did Barack Obama win, he convinced the mainstream media that it was their idea all along. The guy with the controversial past, full of relationships with divisive radicals and far-Left policy positions on the issues, somehow became the Uniter we’d all really been looking for. The freshmen Senator from Illinois, who had three years prior been arguing parking ticket legislation in the State House with Governor Rod “How open-road was my tolling?” Blagojevich, suddenly became the foreign policy guru with the ability to rhetorically handcuff and subdue dictators and tyrants worldwide.
A man who would be Commander-in-Chief, leader of the Free World, remains both
largely unknown by the American public and combative towards anyone who dares to investigate his past. He avoids tough questions, the terrifying prospect of being grilled by Bill O'Reilly on Fox News, yet wants us to believe he can talk Ahmadinejad and the mullahs of Iran off the nuclear proliferation ledge. He'll do it, just don't ask him how he'll do it.
Meanwhile, promises have now been made that global warming will be reversed, everyone will

have free, high-quality, state-run health care, and our enemies will come out of their caves and lay down their head-lopping machete blades. When you can’t run on the reality of your own accomplishments the only way to stay relevant is to out-pander the competition, something Obama was even able to teach the Clintons a lesson in. This talent for giving away other people's money is why Obama remains so popular among far-Left liberals and children: they are the only ones partisan or silly enough to be sold a lemon, from a lemon.
Obama is
not ready. Obama is not qualified. He shouldn’t be our next President, just as I should’ve stuck to Home Run Derby.
“
The government big enough to give you everything you want is powerful enough to take away everything you have.”-Ronald Reagan