"Instantly, hundreds of people were out of their cars. Directly in front of me, a group of supporters -- evident by their bumper stickers -- jumped out with cameras, cell phones and banners. They began chanting: "The messiah! He's coming! Obama is coming!" The shouting only intensified as the candidate and his entourage -- motorcycles, police cars, black Secret Service Chevy Suburbans, and buses -- roared past us.
("Hosanna, heysanna, sanna, sanna ho, sanna hey sanna hosanna." Remember that from Jesus Christ Superstar?)
"What I found so disturbing was seeing so many of my countrymen who apparently think -- or believe or hope -- that the next president of the United States will save us from ourselves. Sen. Obama has said we cannot 'wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for.' He would do well to remember that unfulfilled expectations are the greatest cause of anger on the planet. That's true whether it is between husbands and wives, students and teachers, employers and employees or leaders and the led. He also might recall that humility is a virtue that has distinguished our greatest leaders.
("And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong." Remember that from Jesus Christ Superstar?")
What all this means to the future of this republic, I don't know. I'm a military historian, not a prophet. But I do know the first name of the Messiah. It's not Mike. And it isn't Barack, either.
("And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied." Remember that from Jesus Christ Superstar?)
Sanna hosanna hey Superstar!