I Don't Disagree With President Obama

When’s the last time you heard someone begin a statement about President Obama in one of these ways?

“Even if you disagree with President Obama…”
“I disagree with President Obama, but…”
“President Obama and I would doubtless disagree on certain issues, but…”
…where what follows after the “but” could be anything from “You should still respect him” to “I don’t think he’s an evil person” to “We can still come together on other issues.”
I “disagree” with some people that Empire Strikes Back was the best installment of Star Wars. I “disagree” with other people that tofu is edible. I “disagree” with still other people that hip-hop deserves to be called “music.”
But I don’t “disagree” with President Obama. I don’t “disagree” with his policies regarding human life. I don’t “disagree” with a party devoted to hunting down and killing the weak and the helpless, the disabled and elderly as well as the unborn, because they’re expendable and resources are scarce, and some of them are going to die anyway.
I don’t “disagree” with a man who could smoothly and coolly stand up to oppose legislation that would ensure medical care for survivors of botched abortions who “don’t just come out limp and dead,” and not so much as wince over such a monstrous choice of words.
I don’t “disagree” with a man who could refer unblinkingly to a baby created in the image of God as “a punishment” for one of his daughters.
I don’t “disagree” with a man who places abortion provision so high on his priority list that he could rush to pour countless tax dollars into Planned Parenthood in a time of economic crisis. Even Clinton bothered to lie that he wanted abortions to be rare.
To imply that this man is anything other than a moral monster, worthy to be named in the same breath as Hitler and Stalin, is to succumb to peer pressure—pressure to treat any candidate in an American election as de facto respectable. The stench of death is upon him, and upon his party. Indeed, C. S. Lewis was right. “The greatest evil is not done in those sordid dens of evil that Dickens loved to paint… It is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clear, carpeted, warmed, well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voices.”
No, I don’t “disagree” with President Obama. I regard him as my mortal enemy. Moreover, I regard him as the mortal enemy of everything good in America. I hold his illustrious person in utter contempt. I have fought him for four years, and should he win this next election (which he likely will since any close race favors the side willing to cheat the hardest), I will fight him for another four years. There can be no respect for such a man. There can be no negotiation, no compromise, no I-disagree-with-him-buts. My only prayer for him is that his dreams would be haunted by the silent screams of those dead and dying whose blood is on his head. In truth, I do not know what it would take to save his soul, but I know that God never saved a man who didn’t want to be saved.
Yimach sh’mo v’zichro. May his name and memory be erased.