JHK’s Three-Act Play
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Behold the monument rising in Jackson Park on Chicago’s south side: the Barack Obama Presidential Library (estimated cost, $500 million). Every president since JFK has one. With all these grandiose temples to our past leaders, The USA is getting to be like Pharaonic Egypt in the time of Amenhotep IV, who changed his name to Akhenaten, after an obscure sun god, and turned the kingdom’s culture upside-down not unlike the way Barack Obama has done in America, establishing the new religion of Diversity, Inclusion, and Equity. And it happens that after the death of Amenhotep IV-Akhenaten, Egypt was invaded by Libyan Berbers and proto-Phoenecians (“the sea people”), and pretty soon that was all she wrote for the Egypt of the Pharaohs. Just as, maybe, this will be all she wrote for the good ol’ USA after Barak Obama’s “MiniMe,” Joe Biden, shoves 20 million illegal aliens from all over the world across the Mexican border
The ziggurat that is the central structure is the Obama museum. Goodness knows what the sprawling complex of offices outside it will be devoted to — some sort of jobs program. By the time all of this is finished, the USA will have imploded from its debt burden and its irresolvable political quarrels. When the Chinese take over, they can convert the ziggurat into the world’s biggest dim-sum parlor.
Below, a rendering of the finished project. The rectangle on the top left is a grid of words fashioned in steel. I dare you to figure out what they say. I looked hard at an enlargement and couldn’t parse it out.
Thanks to Justin J Perrault for the nomination!
Can’t wait to see the DJ Trump library. BTW, how’s Angie?
Nice Egyptian reference, Jim. Good stuff.
I believe this is what it says.
“You are America. Unconstrained by habit and convention. Unencumbered by what is, ready to seize what ought to be. For everywhere in this country, there are first steps to be taken, there is new ground to cover, there are more bridges to be crossed. America is not the project of any one person. The single most powerful word in our democracy is the word ‘We.’ ‘We The People.’ ‘We Shall Overcome.’ ‘Yes We Can.’ That word is owned by no one. It belongs to everyone. Oh, what a glorious task we are given to continually try to improve this great nation of ours.”
– President Obama, 2015
‘Ready to seize what ought to be.’ Frightening. Obama is certainly seizing what he thinks ought to be. Make no mistake, as Obama was so fond of saying. He is the Prime Mover behind our descent into the destructive diversity delusion.
In this case, I can’t comment much on a structure just as ugly as Obama’s ‘radical transformation.’ I’m depleted by his endless ravaging of our nation, his eerie ability to still get away with it.
I’m surprised that the building isn’t clad in something like Nero Marquina black marble. It’s all hush hush, isn’t it. Not even a whisper that what we are really in is a race war led by the furtive ‘general’ Barack Hussein.
Maybe the museum will exhibit the knife that stabbed Derek Chauvin,
some George Floyd memorabilia, the rifle used by James Earl Ray, in addition to numerous relics from the classic black struggle.
Thanks to Obama, this is all about race and the rise of black vengeance. Make no mistake.
If the central bulges were a little higher it would resemble a sarcophagus, so I guess there’s that for the pharaonic connection. This building is certainly the biggest can of WTF that I’ve seen in a while.
Yet another tooth-gnashing chunk of concrete that begs for its designers’ diplomas to be ground up and mashed into the mortar! Yet its not out of the ball park when it comes to Barry Hussein Soetoro [nee Obama]. This guy is one of the most mysterious — and bizarre — personalities ever to grace American politics. Everything about him is weird and frankly creepy. His birth is suspicious. His family is wrapped in a web of CIA intrigue. His young adult years are a total fog. His wife is a whole other standard of strange. He was the most charismatic and engaging speaker in recent history, yet when the teleprompter stopped functioning, so did he, frozen in place like an automaton in flesh. When he left the White House, he vanished from sight into his fabulous compound, except recently, when his production company came out with a disturbing dystopian drama the likes of which his crazed followers used to trash whenever anyone else made them. For Heaven’s sake, his Presidential portrait is nerve-wrackingly disturbing and weird, what with his three-legged chair and thumbless six-fingered hand. No, something’s awry with this guy. And his ghastly temple proves it.
All it needs is an Eye of Sauron at the top.
Compare this monstrosity to the modest, tasteful Woodrow Wilson library & museum in Staunton, Va.