A Promised Land by Barack Obama overview – behind the ability and the pomp | Autobiography and memoir
LLike the best historian, Barack Obama writes about him and how he hopes to know who he is or what he is. It is a shocking activity for a man who is widely known and worshiped, but this uncertainty or insecurity is his motivating force and his most appealing nature. Born to a Kenyan father and a mother from Kansas, raised in Indonesia and Hawaii, trained in California and New York, he has a lot of personality. His mother introduced him by name Barry, though he often pretended to be a tribal epithet that identified him as a leader. As a Member of Parliament, he acknowledged that it was “impossible”; Seeking a leadership campaign, he re-drafted the phrase “brave”. Now, in this quest for interest in his first term as president, he removes himself from “power and prestige” of office, confusing the “illegitimate” elements that make him and consider his resemblance to a “platypus or imaginary animal”, unsure of the limited space available.
He says the book was written by hand, because he mistakenly moved the smooth flow of digital words: he wanted to reveal the “burning thoughts”, to illuminate the original writings of man. He deceives himself if he is spoken to, even though he “supports another spirit” and leaves him with “too much sugar”. When asked at his desk, he should leave the same words and wings and ask himself some questions. “Is it necessary?” His wife, Michelle, asks when his political interest in their family is strengthened. “How long will it be?” He asks afterwards. Obama, looking at himself through his eyes as “this strange man with ugly clothes and crazy dreams”, doesn’t know how to respond. After being elected to the Senate, a journalist fraudulently asked: “What do you see in your place in history?”, To which Obama responds with a disdainful laugh. He was told he had won the Nobel Peace Prize, answering the question: “Why?” he says.
The successes reinforce Obama’s suspicion that he is a liar: the crowd at his rallies demeans him rather than appeals to him, because he knows he “doesn’t see me, it’s all my problem”. He criticizes “continuing to rise for me as a symbol”, because he knows that this heroic worship is an insult to his conviction that “change affects ‘us’, not ‘me'”. To confuse us, human misconceptions are allowed. At one point, they hung skulls on the back porch of a Chicago house to smoke while watching raccoons, making a “bad habit” of themselves, making cans of the house. Sadly, she feels “too embarrassed” when politics prevents her from being killed by her mother.
Even his ideas seem to be morally wrong. “I was lost in my head,” Obama said of his academic days, when he was in the White House “caught up in my supernatural thoughts.” He feels that he is somehow intelligent, impressed by Hillary Clinton’s “good, heartfelt laughter” and explains that he chose young Biden, obedient as his partner because “most of all, Joe had a heart”. Obama’s legacy of giving Biden a cheerful donation and a series of photos provided to him by voters – a Las Vegas poker stick donated by an Iowa biker; pink glass heart from a blind girl in New Hampshire; silver cross from Ohio nun.
‘His encouragement’: Obamas board Air Force One in Chicago, November 2012. Photo: Jewel Samad / AFP / Getty Images
Despite these reminders, her opening begins abruptly, which makes her feel lonely, away from those who trust her. By removing cars so that its armored limo could move uninterrupted, city streets become ghostly. Her clothes in the White House make her look no more: the socks and shorts of this unscrupulous man are “folded and arranged as if they were on display in a store”. Aides supports the body language of the new-born supervisor by teaching him to “do the proper salutation”, with a surprisingly elongated elbow and sharp fingers wrapped around his eyebrows. Doing the simplest thing – a signature, for example – now requires thought. When signing the rules, they would have to use a separate pen for each name, so that the written material could be distributed as reminders. In sending a word of condolence to the families of the group, he is very careful, “careful not to move the heavy paper with my left hand”, he regrets that his history will not comfort those who wrote the letter due to their loss.
For some of his followers, Obama’s decision was a fulfillment of Bible prophecy. The pastor who fought for human rights in the 1960s says: “We are the descendants of Moses” and adds that “you, Barack, are a part of Joshua’s generation”; freed from slavery, Obama now had to conquer Canaan. Not surprisingly, such expectations lead to a state of shock, panic, and self-doubt. It is useless to be told by Václav Havel, another translator, that those who encouraged him would be disappointed. Politics, which Obama considers a commercial venture, begins to irritate or disgust him and he wonders if his “unselfish dream of changing the world” is simply a matter of pride. His actions in office are provoked by the twin consciences. “I felt their plight as a rebuke,” he says of his poor Chicago people; His visits to the military hospital to see the amputees or street victims evacuated from Afghanistan are “necessary repentance”.
Through it all, his encouragement and his family. As a lustful, dreamy young man, he was “Don Quixote without Sancho Panza”. In Michelle he found both Sancho Panza and Esmeralda – truthful and religious, with “greater power” than the presidential vote. Its fun, funny ways are fun. While her daughters, Malia and Sasha, complain on their way to the zoo that Obama has become too popular to comfort her, Michelle says any cover-up will include an attempt to get her ears back. At a meeting in Moscow, the girls talked about the day they visited the dancers and doll makers; Michelle tells them to enjoy their excitement, because “your father is not allowed to have fun – he has to be in boring meetings all day”.
By Bo, first family dog, March 15, 2009. Photo: Pete Souza / White House
Coming out of work, the tension of Obama’s legal issues and political controversy resumes in poetry, when he remembers “interfering with Malia in her first ballet bags” or “seeing baby Sasha laughing and feeding her foot” and, above all, “listening to Michelle’s breathing. slowly, his head resting on my shoulder as he begins to fall asleep “. He sounds loud in his Oval Office illumination, bright all night “like a lantern”. But they also greatly appreciate the flowering seasons in the White House gardens and there is the pull of Wordsworthian in exchange for the elderly, “gentle priests of the good order”.
Gradually, however, a major change in intelligence came over him. During his travels, he sees everywhere the destruction of empires and complains that the American emperor has recently fallen. The unique journey of the pyramids reminds him, as Hamlet did with the potters, that “I and my loved ones will one day become dust”; walking along the Great Wall, he tells his guards of the internal conflicts that overthrew the Ming line and created an insult; Meetings with Putin make him aware of the “fear and uncertainty” that can protect the Russian people from “dangerous places where he has never forgiven”. The most frightening thing is the devastation as he walks along the coast of Louisiana to look for oil spilled after the BP’s Deepwater bomb exploded: engineering could not cope with “the ocean and the mighty river that has emptied”. Long-standing skepticism overshadows his inauguration, recalling the oath of office in George Washington in 1789. After making the oath, Obama states, “Fathers of our country were free to continue the business of ensuring that the United States retains its status.” place in Washington, so far, who seems to want this country to move forward?
In the book, eagerly described at its core, Obama defeats two enemies over the weekend. He sends a group of commandos to assassinate Osama bin Laden in Pakistan, where he speaks after a dinner in Washington mocking Trump, who at the time was selling speculation that Obama may have been born outside the US, which would have disqualified him from running for president. Celebrating the success of Bin Laden’s body is not allowed. Instead, Obama, who once caught and killed flies during a televised interview, lamented that he could make a comeback by killing terrorists but not undergoing a change in lifestyle. He allowed himself to be entertained by Trump’s troubles at dinner, and then had to admit that Trump “was a good-looking and strong-willed nation”.
The idea of the future, which will be recorded in the second volume of the commemoration, is interesting and confirms Obama’s depressing view that no one, even with joy or grace, can temporarily struggle against the so-called “black spirits”. Its politics have always been based on a “religious group”, a sacred tradition that promotes faith in this type of ideology. Trump has often chosen wrong choices among the people to promote civil war and the promised land is now plagued by plagues.
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