Obama, Do Something, by Matt Shirley

Obama, Do Something, by Matt Shirley

Personal responsibility, like soccer and Nutella, isn’t really something that interests us Americans.  Blaming others for our problems, on the other hand, is something we have really taken a liking to.   When president Obama and his ever-popular promises of change took office, many thought that all of their problems would be solved—if only they voted for this confident, young-ish, black-ish new politician, life would get easier.  They believed he would fix the economy, and end all of the world’s wars, and prevent global warming, and halt illegal whaling, and retrieve all of the kittens from all the tall trees without dropping one to smash on the sidewalk below. They treated him as a superhero—the second coming of Christ (or first coming of the black Christ)—someone who was put on this earth to make everything simpler.  They gathered under a common banner with a slogan that embodied their helplessness and lack of personal responsibility.  Three words, they said each time something went wrong:

Obama, do something.

That 13-year-old Indian girl can grow a better mustache than I can.  Obama, do something.

My girlfriend won’t do anal.  Obama, do something.

All my Farmville crops died!  Obama, do something.

Those Muslims are practicing freedom of religion within 5 miles of ground zero, but it’s the wrong religion!  Obama, do something.

The Black Eyed Peas are releasing another album.  Obama, do something.

KFC is out of Double Downs!  Obama, do something.

The World Cup sucked this year. Obama, do something.

The Situation is set to make 5 million dollars this year.  Obama, do something

Man it’s windy at the beach. Obama, do something.

I just sexted my mom.  Obama, do something.

I only have 7 followers.  Obama, do something

This girl I’m making out with is a swamp beast.  Obama, do something.

The Joker poisoned Gotham’s water supply!  Obama, do something.

That nice white woman is still married to that adulterous black-ish golfer.  Obama, do something.  Oh wait, taken care of.  Good job Obama!

These floods I keep seeing on the news are real buzz-kills.  Obama, do something.

Healthcare reform? Obama, do something (else).

I think my son might be homosexual.  Obama, do something.

Arizona police keep questioning my citizenship!  Obama, haga algo.

My middle name is Muriel.  Obama, do something.

Everything’s changing; I liked it the way it was!  Obama, do something.

I think we can all agree that this tattoos-on-girls thing isn’t going well. Obama, do something.

I never spell the word ‘license’ correctly on the first try.  Obama, do something.

Glenn Beck’s still alive.  Obama, do something.

This diarrhea is no joke.  Obama, do something.

I’m on a plane and this guy next to me has a funny name and is faintly brown.  Obama, do something.

Eat, Pray, Love was nothing like the book!  Obama, do something.

We are at this wedding and we ran out of wine.  There’s a bunch of water though.  Obama, do something.

We are almost out of pointless wars to fight!  Obama, do something.

They canceled Lost!  Obama, do something.

Even though you’ve done a lot more than the previous president, it still doesn’t fit my unrealistic and uninformed view of how the country should run. Obama, do something!!

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