It's a veritable cornucopia of Obamagandistic musical agitprop. You'll recall the militaristic, fascist-styled Obama youth corps from 2008 where a line of inner city youth stamped out their obeisance militia-like to The One like good little automatons? Perhaps the slickly produced exploitation of sweet faced children from Hollywood that same year will ring a bell? Or maybe your favorite is this misuse of class time in Georgia? Or per chance you'll recall "Barack Hussein Obama, mmm, mmm, mmm"? These are excellent examples of the Obama version of Leni Riefenstahl's art.

But those? Well, those are all low class affairs done without an entire orchestra to back them up.

Now we have the brilliance of School children in Illinois, Comrade Obama's home turf, to add to the din of young musicians enslaved to efforts to exalt Dear Leader. And this tops them all in production values -- or at least in scope -- for the Midwest Young Artists organization, a group dedicated to "inspiration through music," has taken upon itself to give the Obammessiah the full orchestral treatment along with a choir and a spoken word segment to round out the production. Uncle Joe couldn't have created a better display of fealty to Dear Leader. Kim Jong Il is likely red with envy.

Like a good little soldier for the cause Gary Fry, the Choral Program Director and Voices Rising Director for MYA, sat himself down to try his hand at composing a Wagnerian masterpiece, one of which any dictator would be proud. And boy does he deliver. (The original source may be found at the WMYA.fm page) After he was done with his Wagnerian moment, Mr. Fry had his piece performed on February 21, 2010 at Pick-Staiger Auditorium in Evanston, Illinois, a northern suburb of Chicago. And he enlisted the service of an entire auditorium of Chicago area school children for his paean to Dear Leader.

Now if you can excuse the miscues of these young artists, after all they are only in middle school, if you can set aside your need for technical perfection from the performers for just a minute, if you can look past the occasionally off-key squawk of a horn here, or a missed cue there, you really should watch this thing. Watch this video and listen to the grand scope of what Gary "Nietzsche cum Wagner" Fry was aiming for and it is sure to send a thrill down your leg and satisfy your need to stand up and salute your glorious leader in the White House. Long live Obama, long live Obama…

Perhaps you are as disgusted by this as I am? These orgiastic examples of propaganda for Obama are sickening we all know. In fact, not only are they sickening, entirely un-American, and even dangerous, they are hypocritical. After all, the same drooling, Obamagobsmacked pseudo intellectuals that created these bits of PR puffery would have been apoplectic if so many schools would have sang songs extolling the virtues of George W. Bush… or any other Republican for that matter. Call it a brainwashing tool, call it agitprop, indoctrination, or what ever you like. But at least when we've had celebrations of president in schools in the past the president in question at least had the decency to have already left office or even died -- or at the very least was in attendance at the performance to politely applaud the little kiddie's efforts.

These various efforts at Obamaganda were un-burdened by any rationale but to inculcate praises for dear leader in the young, impressionable minds of our school children.

Yep, it's pretty disgusting, alright.

Well, it's nice we can sing praises to something in our schools now, I suppose. After all, the ACLU and the Democrats have summarily eliminated anything that might be reasonably construed as a reference to Christianity. So, Dear Leader has replaced all that "God" stuff with himself in our schools. All praise Obama. He's The One. May he reign as our ruler forever. So says, Gary "Nietzsche cum Wagner" Fry, so say we all.

Descriptions of the four clips linked above:

#1- A fascist-styled paramilitary youth corps video made by a teacher at the Urban Community Leadership Academy in Kansas City, Mo.

#2- The parents of a private school in Venice, California forced their kids to sing praises to Dear Leader while their Hollyweird pals made a nice, slick production out of the affair.

#3- This video was made by "Mr. B" and the kids from "room 8" in what I think is a public grade school in Georgia.

#4- Of course, we all remember this clip whose tag line is "Barack Hussein Obama, mmm, mmm, mmm," made famous by the kiddies from B. Bernice Young Elementary School in Burlington Township, NJ. The songs were written by Ms. Charisse Carney-Nunes, a children's author.
Transcription of the Obamaganda from the Midwest Young Artists organization

Instrumental intro…

Choir:

Ahhh…



Narrator:

“We are a people of improbable hope.” Writes President Barack Obama: “For at the core of the American experience are a set of ideals that continue to stir our collective consciences; a common set of values that bind us together despite our differences; a running thread of hope that makes our improbable experiment in democracy work. These values and ideals find expression not just in the marble slabs of monuments or in the recitation of history books. They remain alive in the hearts and minds of most Americans and can inspire us to pride, duty, and sacrifice. We’ve added family and the cross-generational obligations that family implies. We’ve added community; the neighborhood that expresses itself through raising the barn or coaching the soccer team. We value patriotism and the obligations of citizenship. A sense of duty and sacrifice on behalf of our Nation. We value a fate in something bigger than ourselves; whether that something expresses itself in formal religion or ethical precepts. And we add to the constellation of behaviors that express our mutual regard for one another honesty, fairness, humility, kindness, courtesy and compassion. These values are rooted in a basic optimism of our life and of faith and free will; a confidence that through pluck and sweat and smarts, each of us could rise above the circumstances of our birth. Those values are our inheritance, what makes us who we are as people. And they have proven to be surprisingly durable and surprisingly constant across classes and races and faiths and generations. We are a people of improbable hope.”

Instrumental continues…



Choir:

From the ashes of the fallen, the courageous deeds of heroes

From the voice of freedom calling, “Lead the way.”

From the ordinary people who embrace a common purpose

To unite a mighty nation to proclaim:

Chorus:

There is hope, bold as the crimson dawn of a bright new morn

There is hope, clear as the stars in the midnight sky

There is hope, springing forth from faith, every day reborn

With tomorrow in our eyes, there is hope



As the winds of change blow stronger and divisive currents threaten

Shadows deepen and grow longer, spreading fear

But the faithful are not shaken; linking hearts, we stand together

Never will our dream be taken; we vow that here

Chorus:

There is hope, bold as the crimson dawn of a bright new morn

There is hope, clear as the stars in the midnight sky

There is hope, springing forth from faith, every day reborn

With tomorrow in our eyes, there is hope



Narrator:

“The audacity of hope. That was the best of the American spirit, having the audacity to believe despite all the evidence to the contrary that we could restore a sense of community to a nation torn by conflict; the gall to believe that despite personal setbacks we had some control—and therefore responsibility— for over our own fate.”



Choir:

Like the eagle on the rise, who to the far horizon flies

Lofty and noble may our vision be.

There is hope…



Narrator:

“We have a stake in one another and what binds us together is greater than what drives us apart….”



Choir:

There is hope…



Narrator:

“…and that if enough people believe in the truth of that proposition and act on it, then we might not solve every problem, but we can get something meaningful done.”



Choir:

There is hope, springing forth from faith, every day reborn

With tomorrow in our eyes, moving forward side by side

There is hope.



Narrator:

In the words of President Obama, “That’s what satisfies me now, I think – being useful to my family and the people who elected me, leaving behind a legacy that will make our children’s lives more hopeful than our own. Sometimes, working in Washington, I feel I am meeting that goal. At other times, it seems as if the goal recedes from me… When I find myself in such moods, I like to take a run along the Mall. Most of the time, I stop at the Washington Monument, but sometimes I push on across the street to the National World War II Memorial, then along the Reflecting Pool to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, then up the stairs of the Lincoln Memorial. At night, the great shrine is lit but often empty. Standing between marble columns, I read the Gettysburg Address and the Second Inaugural Address. I look out over the Reflecting Pool, imagining the crowd stilled by Dr. King’s mighty cadence, and then beyond that, to the floodlit obelisk and shining Capitol dome. And in that place I think about America and those who built it. This nation’s founders, who somehow rose above petty ambitions and narrow calculations to imagine a nation unfurled across this continent and those like Lincoln and King who ultimately laid down their lives in the service of perfecting an imperfect union. Of all the faceless, nameless men and women; slaves and soldiers, [inaudible] and butchers; constructing lives for themselves and their children and grandchildren – brick by brick – rail by rail – calloused hand by calloused hand – to build a landscape of our collective dreams, it is a process I wish to be a part of. And so, we are choosing hope over fear. We are choosing unity over division. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit – to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that… with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.



Choir:

Hope…rising…hope…climbing…hope…building…hope…flying

And a nation rejoices in song, for strong is hope

Where there’s hope, dreams are free to fly,

Where there’s hope, catch them as they pass by

Where there’s hope, easier to see, where there’s hope, what the future can be

Come with me, hope with me, dream with me, let this hope spread to every heart

Come with me, hope with me, dream with me

What binds us all together is greater than what drives us apart

Come with me, hope with me, dream with me, let this hope spread to every heart

Come with me, hope with me, dream with me

What binds us all together is greater than what drives us apart

Where there’s hope, dreams are free to fly,

Where there’s hope, catch them as they pass by

Where there’s hope, easier to see, where there’s hope, what the future can be

Hope is rising, hope is climbing, hope is building, hope is flying

Hope is dancing, hope is singing, hope is shouting, celebrating

Hope, rising like a tide, climbing like the sun, building as our dreams are flying

Hope, dancing on the clouds, singing to the sky, shouting with the joy of celebrating

Springing forth from faith, every day reborn

With tomorrow in our eyes, calling dreams to arise

There is hope, there is hope, there is hope!

Hope — Music and lyrics are by Gary Fry. ©2010 Fry-by-Night Music [ASCAP]

Performed by Voices Rising, Chorale and Concert Orchestra

Recorded by Ed Ingold – February 21, 2010

Pick-Staiger Auditorium

Readings from: The Audacity of Hope: Thoughts on Reclaiming the American Dream ~ Barack Obama, Author ~ President Barak Obama Inaugural Address January 20, 2009