The other day someone sent me a link to a web site that displayed the naked black-and-white pictures of a fine-looking young woman who was alleged to be… Obama’s mother. Oops!

My first reaction was one of shock and disbelief. Could this be real? Could this be true? I mean, the attractive woman in the photos did look like his mother, truth be told.

We live in the age of the Mighty Photoshop and any photo can be manipulated in any way. I’m aware of that as well. But the resemblance was still uncanny.

After the first wave of shock subsided, I was overcome by a feeling of sadness.

“What the politics has come to in this country?” I started to meditate. Obviously, some people would not stop at anything to smear others with any kind of mud they can get their hands on.

As soon as that thought subsided, another thought bubble arose: But what if the photos were true? What if Obama’s mother had those photos taken as a “pin-up model,” perhaps to make a little money on the side, or just to satisfy an adventurous dark corner of her soul, or just for the hell of it?!

With that thought, I arrived at another realization that put the final period for me in this matter:

Even if that was so, why should I care? Am I electing Obama’s mama for President come this November 4th or the young senator from Illinois himself?

Am I going to vote to get this country out of the mess it’s in right now or to judge and punish somebody for what his mother might or might not have done half a century ago?

If I can forgive the youthful indiscretion of Sarah Palin’s daughter and instead turn my attention to Palin’s deeds and words, why should I use a different standard when it comes to Obama and his mama?

That’s why I hereby declare that I don’t care about Obama’s Mama and, yes, I approved this message.