Rain Topples ‘Mount Obama’

Posted by on Sep 01, 2012 at 10:04 pm

Apparently President Empty Chair can’t control the weather.

A torrential downpour that struck Charlotte Saturday afternoon damaged the Mount Rushmore-style sand sculpture bust of President Obama — an ominous beginning to what many fear is a plagued convention.

Workers were trying Saturday afternoon to reform the base of the sculpture, built from sand brought in from Myrtle Beach, S.C., pounding and smoothing out the sand that had washed off the facade of the waist-up rendering of the chief executive.

The sand sculpture was protected from above, and Mr. Obama’s face didn’t see too much damage. But the storm was so strong that its heavy winds blew the rain sideways, pelting the president’s right side and leaving the sand pockmarked and completely erasing his right elbow.

Can we now add rain to all that is racist? I bet if the rain didn’t get to it, endangered  Democrats would probably rebel themselves.

The president does almost no fundraising for Senate or House candidates and hasn’t transferred money to other party election committees. His numerous campaign offices rarely coordinate with local candidates or display signs for anyone but Mr. Obama.

At rallies, Mr. Obama seldom urges supporters to volunteer — or even vote — for other Democrats running for office. Sometimes, he mentions other politicians in the room without noting that they are seeking re-election. He rarely shares the stage with other candidates.

No wonder so many Democrats are staying away from their own convention.


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3 Responses to “Rain Topples ‘Mount Obama’”

  1. qzy on 2/02/12 at 2:08 am

    How many more tragedies like this have to occur before you fools admit that humans are causing global warming? Well, it’s too late now. The sculpture is gone forever. I mean, yes, we can build another one, but it won’t be the same, and you know it.

  2. Sisquinanamook on 2/02/12 at 9:57 am

    “Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley:
    I met a traveler from an antique land
    Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
    Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
    Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
    And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
    Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
    Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
    The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
    And on the pedestal these words appear:
    “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
    Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
    Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
    Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
    The lone and level sands stretch far away.

  3. Blue Hen on 2/02/12 at 4:42 pm

    If you get some tarps, not TAARP but tarps, and stretch them between those styrofoam greek columns, you may be back in business.