Thursday, May 24, 2012
Barack Obama: Shadows and Dust...
Mark Steyn sums up Obama's Life: Composite Autobiography, Composite Girlfriends, Composite President.
"In a post-modern America, the things that Gatsby attempted to fake – an elite schooling – Obama actually had; the things that Gatsby attempted to obscure – the impoverished roots – merely add to Obama's luster. Gatsby claimed to have gone to Oxford, but nobody knew him there because he never went; Obama had a million bucks' worth of elite education at Occidental, Columbia and Harvard Law, and still nobody knew him ("Fox News contacted some 400 of his classmates and found no one who remembered him"). In that sense, Obama out-Gatsbys Gatsby: His "shiftless and unsuccessful" relatives – the deportation-dodging aunt on public housing in Boston, the DWI undocumented uncle, the $12-a-year brother back in Nairobi – are useful props in his story, the ever more vivid bit-players as the central character swims ever more out of focus, but they don't seem to know him either. The more autobiographies he writes, the less anybody knows."
Waiting for Barack Obama to either be defeated electorally in November, or die of the sickle cell, has become an unbearably slow process. It's glacially slow. It's like watching grass grow or paint dry. It's become so painful that I would assume that every third American at this point is simply begging some random redneck out there to put a bullet in this guy's brain pan, just to end the National Agony.
I'd gladly give African-Americans another gratuitous holiday for a non-entity in trade, for Christ's sake.
(Note: We here at at he Asylum do not condone, nor recommend, that anyone do any violence of any kind, to anyone,. Excepting Muslims, who should be hunted down and slaughtered mercilessly, so that we can win this so-called War on terror, and walk through the Airport without getting felt up or having to go barefoot).
The sooner this douchebag is off the stage, the better. If I were Barack Obama (which I, thankfully, am not – it would mean that I would have chosen Michelle on purpose), I would be more than happy to leave Washington, D.C. on January 20, 2013 and never show my face in public again.
Of course, that would assume that Barack Obama has a sense of shame. Of course he doesn’t: he’s a progressive (which means he lies as a habit); he’s a democrat (which means he’s expected to lie for a living); and he’s (half-) black man (which means it’s not a lie if it’s directed against white people, or if professing belief in his lies becomes a matter of personal safety for you in public).
I can’t wait for this guy to return to a well-deserved obscurity.