There’s not much more to say, is there? But, once again, reading the totally unbiasednews reports of all the really, really unfaircriticism of a poor, misunderstood, totally decent fellow, I couldn’t help but feel compelled to publicly admit that my well-thought out reasons for not supporting such a deserving chap are obviously misguided. Let’s face it, if so many spectacularly intelligent political analysts feel such a deep-seated need to apologize for this all-around good guy, any problems I have with him must lie with me.
Therefore, my disappointment with people like John Lewis for the following comments is just plain wrong:
“What I am seeing reminds me of too much of another destructive period in American history,” Lewis said in a statement released to FOX News. “Senator McCain and Governor Palin are sowing the seeds of hatred and division, and there is no need for this hostility in our political discourse.”
“George Wallace never threw a bomb. He never fired a gun, but he created the climate and the conditions that encouraged vicious attacks against innocent Americans who were simply trying to exercise their constitutional rights,” Lewis added. “Because of this atmosphere of hate, four little girls were killed on Sunday morning when a church was bombed in Birmingham, Alabama.”
Since it is reasonable to compare criticism of Barack Obama to the murder of four little girls during the Civil Rights Movement, I must be crazy.
So be it.
But, in my book, John Lewis just cost Barack Obama the nut vote.
John McCain now knows how Bill and Hillary Clinton must have felt during the primaries. The making of Barack Obama as president is the dangedest thing anybody’s ever seen. Nothing sticks to the guy. Despite the fact that he has never accomplished anything of note, the mainstream media-fueled mania that surrounds him inoculates him from even the most righteous criticism. Not only do lame excuses work for this man; “He didn’t know,” “It happened a long time ago,” “That was him, not me,” and other sorry-assed alibis you wouldn’t accept from a mischievous child or errant boyfriend, they are indignantly presented to the skeptical public as unassailable truths by credentials-pushing “experts” as if they should be given the full weight of canonical law. “I have been a journalist, writer, commentator, lackey, hack, whatever, for umpty-ump years, and I have never seen such scurrilous attacks…” Blah, blah, blah. Those of us on the Democratic side of the “won’t ride the Obama train” have heard it all before.
Frankly, we’re sick of it.
Now, the Republicans are suffering the same incredulous, impotent fury we’ve lived with for so long. And though we feel for you, trust us, there’s not much you can do about it. At the moment. But on November 4, you can give Obama, his toe-sucking media puppies, his mystery-money-men hiding in the shadows, and all the “O-Bah-Mah” chanting, micro-brained idolizing idiots who just have to vote for him, even though they have no earthly idea why, the biggest middle finger salute in the world.
Don’t vote for him.
Show those goons, whoever they are, that manufacturing, and/or exploiting a global economic crisis just to make the “any old Democrat defeats the Republican” maxim they’ve been living by come true, is not acceptable. Let the world know that the anger and frustration Republicans are feeling is not irrational, racially motivated, or even partisan. It’s the only logical reaction to being force-fed such inferior Pablum as an adult.
So, mainstream media, Obama lackeys, and any and all assorted, sundry, generic, Obamabots, keep shoving. We’ll spit him right back up and send him back to you just as soon as we get the chance.
Even John Grisham would have a hard time selling the events of the 2008 Democratic election as a novel, but if anybody could, it would probably be him. Lord knows, he’d have a lot to work with. Think about it, a political thriller about an African American candidate coming up out of nowhere, with the mega-buck backing of unknown benefactors hidden by the illusion of unprecedented internet support, to secure the nomination even though he was resoundingly rejected by more than half of his party. Wow! Add the element of a shady Chicago cabal of disparate entities hellbent on remaking the American government and moving the seat of power from Washington D.C. to their home city, through the restructuring of the banking industry, bringing down the global economy in the process. Exploiting a rift in the party, a coup of sorts could be executed, resulting in the overthrow of the party’s ruling family with help from the candidate vanquished early in the last election. Throw in a little organized crime, a few ‘60’s radicals, some local machine politics and the greed and corruption of a major political party, and you’ve got a best-seller on your hands. Wrap the whole thing around a civil court case, and let Mr. Grisham loose. The fictional consequences would present no real-life repercussions and it would be a whole lot more entertaining than what we’re experiencing now.
Who might the cast of characters in this fictional drama be?
Barack Obama – Charismatic, up-and-coming, Harvard educated, junior senator from Illinois; this character would overwhelmingly appeal to the under-represented black community, who could then easily be manipulated into supporting “one of their own.” Hiding a radical socialist agenda under a glib persona, he would be slickly packaged and sold as a messianic redeemer of the underclasses. Coupled with the support of the far-left academic intellectual community, the appearance of a “base” could be built, allowing the candidate to be skillfully marketed, through the use of the internet. Preaching a “non-partisan” platform, unlimited corporate funding could then be funneled to the candidate’s campaign under the guise of massive small donor, across-the-board, grassroots support.
Michelle Obama – First Lady wannabe wife of the candidate, more radical than even her husband, this politically ambitious mother of two, often mistaken as the power-behind-the-throne, relishes the opportunity to further her extremist ideas that her husband’s candidacy presents, though less successful at masking them than he. Fashioning herself a modern-day Jacqueline Kennedy, she would become as well known for her more than occasional public lapses into radicalism as for her sense of style.
David Axelrod – Well-known political kingmaker, the reigning “king of Astroturfing” as he is known, this PR man extraordinaire would spectacularly succeed in his effort to “make a president” out of whole cloth. Known for shaping public opinion by creating the illusion of grassroot support (astroturfing) for his public- and private-sector clients through his two separate firms, Axelrod would plot the course of the candidate’s campaign, writing his TelePrompTer-read speeches, designing campaign strategy exploiting loopholes in existing party rules, and creating a Beatlemania-like atmosphere through the use of artfully stage-managed public appearances. Staying primarily in the background, Axelrod would only appear publicly to explain what Obama really meant (WORM) in order to extinguish one of numerous fires inevitably resulting from trying to pull off the daunting prospect of deluding the country and the world.
William Ayers – unrepentant ’60’s radical bomber turned respected university professor, the combination terrorist/academic/fat cat provides a bridge to the candidates multiple bases of support. Hiding his unreleased radicalism in plain sight, this son of privilege and original architect of the grand scheme to overthrow the government provides entree into the right circles for his hand-picked Manchurian candidate. He also ghost-writes the candidate’s bestselling first memoir which later serves as the basis for the candidate’s legitimacy.
Bernadine/Bernadette Dorhn – even more radical wife of subversive Ayers, this frustrated still mad bomber serves as marriage broker for the candidate by introducing him to her law firm protege before re-entering academia.
Jamie Dimon – CEO JP Morgan Chase, member of candidate’s finance committee, said to be on the short list for Treasury Secretary in candidate’s administration, Dimon turns public humiliation for being unceremoniously dumped by his mentor at Citigroup into a triumph of revenge by heading up Chicago’s BankOne through a merger with JPM after a sixteen month layoff to plot and sulk. The resulting pissing contest between the two firms leads to Dimon’s apparent victory in the market restructuring game.
This motley crew of characters, plotting to move the government’s base of operations to Chicago, could consolidate their political and financial power once Wall Street and the global market has been destroyed, and their candidate has been elected. Though I’m not at all knowledgeable about economics, maybe a Dow Jones/Chicago Mercantile Exchange power shift might be an interesting plot twist.
There’s not much more to say, is there? But, once again, reading the totally unbiased news reports of all the really, really unfair criticism of a poor, misunderstood, totally decent fellow, I couldn’t help but feel compelled to publicly admit that my well-thought out reasons for not supporting such a deserving chap are obviously misguided. Let’s face it, if so many spectacularly intelligent political analysts feel such a deep-seated need to apologize for this all-around good guy, any problems I have with him must lie with me.
