My late 101-year-old black grandmother, Gladys Green, wept when Obama was elected president. I never told grandma that if her hero succeeded in his hostile takeover of American’s health care system, then due to her age, his death-panels would deny her needed surgery. Obama told a woman, “Maybe you’re better off to tell your mother to take a pill, take a painkiller.”
Other black relatives and friends were equally racially seduced; enthralled with Obama. But after seven years, at what point do Obama loyalists reinstate their brains? When do Obama sycophants begin questioning his actions; asking, “Why?”