“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given, and the government shall be upon His shoulder; and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6)
This section gives me goose bumps (okay; such sublime beauty actually makes me weep).
“The Child,” the fist-bumping fan of rapper Ludacris, has probably never heard this bit of transcendence, composed as it was by a Great White. Still, the media, who’ve described their Anointed One Obama as “cerebral” and “intellectual,” made an important announcement today:
It’s His 47th birthday.
Notices were carried in all newspapers working for His election; bells tolled across the country, and town criers announced the occasion in places where rube-hicks were too busy firing their guns and shooting their mouths off against foreigners (while thumping their bibles) to hear.