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Suddenly one day the natives woke, woke from their trance and saw this stranger not as god, but as an intruder. An intruder, who would change their world, their very lives and their anger was great and uncontrolled as they tried to drive the stranger from their land.
Obama is like this stranger in the land, a land he doesn't know, a land he doesn't understand, a land he doesn't love. The natives are slowly learning that this "god" is a mere man, not a man like them, but one who would change their world to his liking. And now they are preparing to drive him from their mist.
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