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PROVIDING SUBSTANTIVE COMMENTARY ON THE
PEOPLE, POLITICS, EVENTS AND ABSURDITIES OF
OUR TIME. SERVED UP WITH ACERBIC WIT, YOU
SHOULD FIND IT QUITE SATISFYING.
PEOPLE, POLITICS, EVENTS AND ABSURDITIES OF
OUR TIME. SERVED UP WITH ACERBIC WIT, YOU
SHOULD FIND IT QUITE SATISFYING.
Obama bop-a-loo-mop a-lop-bam-boom
With all the intellectual substance of “Tutti Frutti,” a silly
Little Richard song from the 1950s, the Barack Obama
campaign continues to rock and roll across America, racking
up primary victories like gobs of gumdrops. Back in the ‘50s,
songs like “Tutti Frutti” with their juvenile lyrics were
ridiculed by grown-ups. Now, not only has the nation’s youth
been bedazzled by a bunch of tutti frutti about “hope” and
“change,” but a not insignificant number of Democrat and
independent “adults” have also.
Oh well, as somebody once said, you’ll never go broke
overestimating the gullibility of the American public. Or at
least that portion of it which now wants government to
nursemaid it from cradle to grave, precipitously pull out of
Iraq regardless of the consequences and meet with the world’s
most despicable dictators in the hopes of finding common
ground with them (the Obama program in a nutshell).
Which is to say, that portion of the American public which
wouldn’t recognize a sensible political thought if it came up
and bit them on the rear end. But Obama-mania isn’t about
sensibleness, it’s about a cult of personality, though
admittedly, a very genial and appealing personality.
You could even call it intoxicating. So intoxicating, in fact,
that women are fainting at Obama rallies at a rate that is, if not
quite epidemic, then at least medically curious.
So far, though, they’ve all come out of it okay as Obama calmly
falls into the routine of calling for a medic, advising the crowds
to give the fainters some space and requesting water for the
victims, sometimes himself tossing a bottle into the adoring
crowds. All in a day’s work for this enthralling agent of change
and bringer of hope who boldly seeks to bring all Americans
together with his message of ___* (*See extreme left-wing
program described three paragraphs above.)
Okay, enough tutti frutti, time for some straight talk. As
painful as it is to point out to those who think Americans of
every race, gender and political affiliation are going to unite in
support of His Messianicness, it’s not going to happen. Why?
Because Obama is to the left of Teddy Kennedy and Americans
simply don’t unite behind politicians who are that extreme, no
matter how pleasant the packaging (though admittedly, the
packaging has never been particularly pleasant before).
But wait just a minute, some of you are saying. How can that
be? Nobody’s to the left of Ted Kennedy. This is a right-wing
smear job. Stop trying to disunite the people.
Sorry, but that’s according to the nonpartisan National Journal
which in 2007 rated Obama the most liberal member of the
Senate. In other words, the guy makes Ted Kennedy look like
Attila the Hun and Americans simply don’t elect off-the-chart
leftists to be their president. Look at McGovern in ‘72. The
liberal antiwar candidate was trounced by the nefarious
Richard Nixon, of all people, despite the unpopular and
interminable Vietnam War.
Yes, there was that matter of Jimmy Carter being elected four
years later, but that was a Watergate-induced aberration for
which the country paid dearly, and knew it, and wouldn’t likely
repeat the mistake. Unless . . .
Unless, after all the decades of liberal indoctrination at every
level of education, the country has finally reached a tipping
point where the people who would vote for an empty suit with a
far left agenda and a good speaking voice now outnumbers the
people who know better. Given that, I guess it can’t be ruled
out this time.
Now, they say that behind every successful man like Barack is a
good woman. (Er, excuse me, they used to say such things back
when women were quashed beneath the boot heel of a fascist,
male-dominated power hierarchy and long before Cornell
University changed the name of its Women Studies department
to “Feminist, Gender and Sexuality Studies.”)
The point is, if you vote in Barack, you’re going to get Michelle
as well, and to put it mildly, this potential First Lady is no
Laura Bush. This Princeton and Harvard educated elitist who
has led a charmed life has been making plenty of stump
speeches on behalf of her husband and hasn‘t been shy in
telling the crowds how bad things are in the country these
days. In fact, in a recent revelatory campaign moment, she
revealed to the world that she had never in her adult life been
really proud of her country until just lately when legions of its
citizens swooned for her husband as they passionately
clamored for change.
Such a surprising statement from one of the country’s most
fortunate persons begs the question: How do you live the kind
of blessed life that 95 percent of the world’s population can
only dream about without ever having felt any real pride -- or,
presumably, any particular appreciation -- for the country that
made it all possible?
One might think that such a question would need to be tackled
by a team of world-class mental health professionals, but I’ll go
out on a limb and guess that it has something to do with
extreme leftist ideology. After all, who are the people -- other
than our sworn enemies -- who typically have little or nothing
good to say about America?
Another recent revelation from Mrs. Obama is that we
Americans “have to fix our souls. Our souls are broken in this
nation.” Really? What the heck does that mean? But guess
who’s the only guy that can remedy the problem? Here’s a clue:
it ain’t James Brown or Otis Redding.
My soul feels just fine, thanks very much, Mrs. Obama, but if it
was ailing I’d look for relief from Motown rather than a
socialist-leaning, dictator-coddling presidential candidate
and his profoundly unappreciative wife.
Amazingly enough, Little Richard had yet another, though
lesser known, silly song that works as a simile for the Obama
phenomenon: “Bama Lama Bama Loo.” Fiddling with the lyrics
just a little, we come up with . . .
Got a candidate named Obama, he’s greater than the Dalai
Lama,
And when he talks, he says Obama lama Obama loo.
Now liberals dig his style, he’s like a drivin’ ‘em wild with
Obama lama Obama loo.
What a shame that the country’s first serious African-
American (literally) presidential candidate is a platitude-
spewing empty suit with a pleasant disposition and a standard-
issue far left agenda. Oh, well. Obama bop-a-loo-mop a-lop-
bam-boom.
With all the intellectual substance of “Tutti Frutti,” a silly
Little Richard song from the 1950s, the Barack Obama
campaign continues to rock and roll across America, racking
up primary victories like gobs of gumdrops. Back in the ‘50s,
songs like “Tutti Frutti” with their juvenile lyrics were
ridiculed by grown-ups. Now, not only has the nation’s youth
been bedazzled by a bunch of tutti frutti about “hope” and
“change,” but a not insignificant number of Democrat and
independent “adults” have also.
Oh well, as somebody once said, you’ll never go broke
overestimating the gullibility of the American public. Or at
least that portion of it which now wants government to
nursemaid it from cradle to grave, precipitously pull out of
Iraq regardless of the consequences and meet with the world’s
most despicable dictators in the hopes of finding common
ground with them (the Obama program in a nutshell).
Which is to say, that portion of the American public which
wouldn’t recognize a sensible political thought if it came up
and bit them on the rear end. But Obama-mania isn’t about
sensibleness, it’s about a cult of personality, though
admittedly, a very genial and appealing personality.
You could even call it intoxicating. So intoxicating, in fact,
that women are fainting at Obama rallies at a rate that is, if not
quite epidemic, then at least medically curious.
So far, though, they’ve all come out of it okay as Obama calmly
falls into the routine of calling for a medic, advising the crowds
to give the fainters some space and requesting water for the
victims, sometimes himself tossing a bottle into the adoring
crowds. All in a day’s work for this enthralling agent of change
and bringer of hope who boldly seeks to bring all Americans
together with his message of ___* (*See extreme left-wing
program described three paragraphs above.)
Okay, enough tutti frutti, time for some straight talk. As
painful as it is to point out to those who think Americans of
every race, gender and political affiliation are going to unite in
support of His Messianicness, it’s not going to happen. Why?
Because Obama is to the left of Teddy Kennedy and Americans
simply don’t unite behind politicians who are that extreme, no
matter how pleasant the packaging (though admittedly, the
packaging has never been particularly pleasant before).
But wait just a minute, some of you are saying. How can that
be? Nobody’s to the left of Ted Kennedy. This is a right-wing
smear job. Stop trying to disunite the people.
Sorry, but that’s according to the nonpartisan National Journal
which in 2007 rated Obama the most liberal member of the
Senate. In other words, the guy makes Ted Kennedy look like
Attila the Hun and Americans simply don’t elect off-the-chart
leftists to be their president. Look at McGovern in ‘72. The
liberal antiwar candidate was trounced by the nefarious
Richard Nixon, of all people, despite the unpopular and
interminable Vietnam War.
Yes, there was that matter of Jimmy Carter being elected four
years later, but that was a Watergate-induced aberration for
which the country paid dearly, and knew it, and wouldn’t likely
repeat the mistake. Unless . . .
Unless, after all the decades of liberal indoctrination at every
level of education, the country has finally reached a tipping
point where the people who would vote for an empty suit with a
far left agenda and a good speaking voice now outnumbers the
people who know better. Given that, I guess it can’t be ruled
out this time.
Now, they say that behind every successful man like Barack is a
good woman. (Er, excuse me, they used to say such things back
when women were quashed beneath the boot heel of a fascist,
male-dominated power hierarchy and long before Cornell
University changed the name of its Women Studies department
to “Feminist, Gender and Sexuality Studies.”)
The point is, if you vote in Barack, you’re going to get Michelle
as well, and to put it mildly, this potential First Lady is no
Laura Bush. This Princeton and Harvard educated elitist who
has led a charmed life has been making plenty of stump
speeches on behalf of her husband and hasn‘t been shy in
telling the crowds how bad things are in the country these
days. In fact, in a recent revelatory campaign moment, she
revealed to the world that she had never in her adult life been
really proud of her country until just lately when legions of its
citizens swooned for her husband as they passionately
clamored for change.
Such a surprising statement from one of the country’s most
fortunate persons begs the question: How do you live the kind
of blessed life that 95 percent of the world’s population can
only dream about without ever having felt any real pride -- or,
presumably, any particular appreciation -- for the country that
made it all possible?
One might think that such a question would need to be tackled
by a team of world-class mental health professionals, but I’ll go
out on a limb and guess that it has something to do with
extreme leftist ideology. After all, who are the people -- other
than our sworn enemies -- who typically have little or nothing
good to say about America?
Another recent revelation from Mrs. Obama is that we
Americans “have to fix our souls. Our souls are broken in this
nation.” Really? What the heck does that mean? But guess
who’s the only guy that can remedy the problem? Here’s a clue:
it ain’t James Brown or Otis Redding.
My soul feels just fine, thanks very much, Mrs. Obama, but if it
was ailing I’d look for relief from Motown rather than a
socialist-leaning, dictator-coddling presidential candidate
and his profoundly unappreciative wife.
Amazingly enough, Little Richard had yet another, though
lesser known, silly song that works as a simile for the Obama
phenomenon: “Bama Lama Bama Loo.” Fiddling with the lyrics
just a little, we come up with . . .
Got a candidate named Obama, he’s greater than the Dalai
Lama,
And when he talks, he says Obama lama Obama loo.
Now liberals dig his style, he’s like a drivin’ ‘em wild with
Obama lama Obama loo.
What a shame that the country’s first serious African-
American (literally) presidential candidate is a platitude-
spewing empty suit with a pleasant disposition and a standard-
issue far left agenda. Oh, well. Obama bop-a-loo-mop a-lop-
bam-boom.