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The old man named his creation Pinocchio, a Tuscan word
meaning “pine nut.”

Walt Disney animated the tale famously in 1940. In both
accounts, the puppet could speak and feel, wooden as he
was, and often announced his fervent desire to become a real
boy. His little friend, Jiminy Cricket, warns him that little boys
who don’t obey their parents eventually become donkeys, but
after old Geppetto makes him lifelike feet, Pinocchio runs off
and winds up in town with a couple of no-goods, Cat and Fox.

Though the puppet sometimes tries to be good, because he
believes this is the path toward real boyhood, the evil influence
of Cat and Fox take him further into degradation, and his
wooden nose grows longer with each lie he tells.

In the original tale, it gets so long he can’t turn around in a room. In the Disney version,
a kindly fairy godmother advises “the longer you tell a lie, the more it becomes as plain
as the nose on your face.”

    But Pinocchio is trapped in his bad decisions, and while his
    nose grows, his ears do too, becoming ominously donkey-like.
    The three miscreants wind up on Pleasure Island, where
    nobody works and wayward boys can do anything they please,
    no matter who it hurts or what the consequences, even to
    themselves.

    Even the Disney version depicts the still-wooden puppet
    guzzling beer, smoking fat cigars, and exclaiming “Doing bad
    things is fun!”

    Eventually, through serious trials and punishment for his
    misdeeds, the puppet is reunited with his creator Geppetto,
    does some unselfish things, and becomes a real live boy.
    Happy ending, good moral. Right?

I wish I could foresee a happy ending for us and our President Pinocchio — I mean,
President Obama — in real life, but right now, I’m very pessimistic.

Obama’s first autobiographical book told of his childhood-long insecurity, the absence of
a father, his indecision about whether he was white or black, and what kind of a future he
could create for himself. He reveals that a strong friendly influence on his teen years was
an alienated black man in Hawaii. Then, along the way, both at Columbia University and
Harvard, he fell in and communed with others who encouraged his black identity, as well
as a certain distance from his white friends and acquaintances.

We’ve become acquainted with subsequent events, such as his brief turn as a
community organizer, as a law professor in Chicago, his marriage to a strong-minded
woman who, in her college papers, revealed deep-seated anger at some perceived
inequities, though she was enjoying a rather privileged life compared with many.

Then, as he became active in elective politics, he was closely involved with the
Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now, also known as ACORN, and
with William Ayers, people as subversive and anti-establishment as you can get and still
stay within the limits of the law (and even that is open to question).

And for close to 20 years, Mr. and Mrs. Obama were members of Trinity United Church
of Christ, hearing the sermons of an angry firebrand named the Rev. Jeremiah Wright.

When the whole world heard Wright’s infamous “God damn America!” candidate Obama
denied having ever heard words like that in his 20 years of church attendance. But now,
as president of the United States, he has condemned the country that elected him as
“arrogant” and has been apologizing personally for America’s “immoral interrogation
techniques” of captured terrorists. And for bruising the feelings of Muslim people
worldwide.

In Europe and Central America, he has
been positively obsequious, bowing to
King Saud, glad-handing the president of
Turkey and Hugo Chavez of Venezuela,
and creating the impression he wants to
personally atone for the sins of America
and lift us out of the moral swamp we're in. Like a benevolent savior.

And as his nose and ears grow and
reshape, our President Pinocchio is
cavorting wildly, unrestrained by Congress, spending and committing trillions of dollars to
programs and reckless bailouts. He and his associates appear to have arrived on their
Pleasure Island determined not to “waste a crisis” but to shove universal healthcare and
liberal education policies, and virtual socialism into place, utterly without any approval of
the American people — and with no regard for who gets hurt or the consequences of the
actions.

Always articulate and reasonable sounding, this young, inexperienced president seems
high on his newfound power and unprecedented authority; he can do virtually anything
he wants, please the interest groups who elected him and forget about the campaign
promises he made to religious groups who believed he was not the most liberal senator
— and president — ever elected.

Though he soothed the apprehensions of Catholics and pro-life people with expressed
intentions to enact policies that would greatly reduce abortions, he also has committed
hundreds of millions to Planned Parenthood groups worldwide! Not just in our country,
but internationally.

He is forming his own Faith-based and Neighborhood Partnerships Advisory Council,
composed of personal choices such Harry Knox, a militant homosexual activist who
recently called Pope Benedict XVI and certain Catholic bishops “discredited leaders” for
opposing same-sex marriage. While giving this council a pious name, he’s stacking the
25-member board with like-minded leftists inclined to allocate its funds to liberal, secular
causes.

Though he vowed publicly that, if elected, he would veto every “pork” earmark in federal
appropriation bills — the very first one he approved has 10,000 pet projects that will cost
$19.6 billion! This in his first year that is projecting a $1.8 trillion deficit! And he has
announced a $10 trillion agenda for the next four years! And again, without as much as
a nod to the citizens of this democratic republic.

Carlo Collodi’s Pinocchio was a fable. This Pinocchio somehow has become our
president. Truth — actually, and perhaps ruinously — is stranger than fiction.
The eColumn appears on
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courtesy of Pat Boone,
recently inducted into the
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During the early years of
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...President Pinocchio Takes Us on Road to Perdition

Day after day, week after week, as I watch the actions and
decisions of our new, untrained, and apparently naive
young president in amazement, I find myself thinking of
Pinocchio.

So much so that I actually looked up Italian writer Carlo
Collodi’s original story, published in 1883. It told of a piece
of pinewood that a woodcarver named Geppetto carved
into a wooden puppet.
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