People compare me to a faith healing preacher when I give a campaign speech. Why not? I can heal people. I did it again today.
The first time it happened we were at a campaign rally and I stepped into the crowd. This woman came up to me and said she’d been blind since an accident at a factory she worked in two years ago. She grabbed my arm and said all she wanted was to shake my hand because she just knew it would help her.
I leaned forward, looked her in the eyes, and then grabbed both sides of her head with my hands. I touched her forehead with mine and mumbled something to her. I don’t even know what it was. Some kind of energy left me and went to her.
The woman fell backwards and starting crying and shaking and wiggling around. It was strange. Spooky. I turned and walked away as quickly as I could. All I could hear was that woman yelling, “I can see! I can see! Obama cured me.” Strange.
It happened again today. I grabbed a woman who reached out to touch my hand and she started convulsing and groaning, then cried out, “Obama cured me! I can taste again!” Strange.
They say that people with heightened charisma can do such things. I don’t know. It’s a gift. I must use it for good.
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