Four-years ago things were different. Obamamania was rampant. People all over the country (mostly the young) were enamored with an inexperienced senator from Chicago. He was charismatic, comical, and played basketball (that’s changed as of late). And most importantly, to his benefit, he was black (okay, he’s half-black). At that point, the country was ragged by wars, and as a result, there was an increasing distrust of the elitists.
Obamamania has certainly died. But so will any movement that glorifies any politician as though he was deity. Psalm 146:3 tells us not to do exactly what the Obama-freaks did. There is no salvation in the hands of Obama, Mitt, or any other politician who speaks well with a teleprompter.