The Last Act

A friend sent me this article which is either in the present issue of Newsweek or scheduled to appear next week.

You know it’s about time.

As a matter of fact it’s long past time, but even so a part of me can’t help .feeling sorry for the guy, the same way I felt sorry for the young man in the Manchurian Candidate.

He’s been lied to all his life, told he can do something for which by 2008 was apparent to me at least he was supremely unfitted, and now, only now, are the party’s kholops in the press waking up to their responsibility to the people. Only now are they waking up period and using their heads for something else other than keeping their ears apart.

Still, I do feel sorry. The first debate was a kind of Shakespearean or Greek tragedy live in front of 150 million people.  A Great Sadness might be a good title I thought as I watched him deflate and disappear in  front of  the live audience; disappear into a caricature of a leader, a stuttering, feebly smiling, imbecilically mumbling shadow; a pity.   Who could have written a more pathetic bit of theater?  Who could have performed as well the so distressingly inadequate leader?  His earlier missteps, malapropisms and mistakes here and abroad reminded me then and now as little more than Danny Kaye type clownings; the pratfalls of a fool.  Sure, he was the leader of the country, but who really believed that.  Who still can?  He has all along been playing a role.

Who knew that deeply inside him, he was coming to the realization that this was some serious kimchee he was in, and for years more?  What an agony it must be.

Who knew that his much lauded but sometimes frustratingly time consuming “weighing of  options” was a combination of fear and the old choomers natural avoidance of responsibility?  Go back now and look  at the photo of him taken the night that Osama bin Laden is killed.  He sits, hunched over, thin and miserable, a look of anguish and dread it seemed to me on his face.  Deep worry of course, but for whom, for what?

It was a great relief to him, I thought, that he made the announcement he made, against all propriety, all sense; very probably a betrayal of the nation’s security, but for him, poor weak creature, a necessary crowing, a dance in the end zone, a running to mother.  His one triumph!  Wherever Mom was, wherever his never there father was that night I suppose he was holding up the dead murderer and saying, “See…?  I did it myself!”

Oh, I could almost vote for him out of pity saying to anyone who’d listen, “Why not give it to him to play with again?  Let’s not take it away from him, the poor kid.”  After all, one might think from the way things have played out he’s never really had anything, has he?

He’ll have to go through this twice more, and I will feel sorry for him.  I don’t know if I can watch.   I will, though.  I have paid for the ticket and should stay until the final act in January.  I do hope that there will be no situation comedy version; though in many ways the situation cries out for comedy.  Enough sadness!

We need a laugh.

Oh, before you read this bit below I want to share with you one last thought based strictly on the change, the awakening to the light that appears to have come over the author of the piece. Ask why, and then wonder why we don’t have some kind of procedure to prosecute publishers, editors, reporters, producers and news directors, TV anchors and “pundits”, for malfeasance.  Can you bring an action against a vital and necessary function of the republic and the people who serve it for their willful blindness to biographical facts about this man which they have preferred to obfuscate and deflect rather than confront more honestly.  Well, of course you can’t.  But if anyone was needed, if any such thing was warranted, it is here.

“What did they know and when did they know it?”

They knew it all along.  Laugh at that!


Finally, the Washington Post and Newsweek speak out about Obama. This is timely and tough. As many of you know, the Washington Post and Newsweek have a reputation for being extremely liberal. The fact that their editors saw fit to print the following article about Obama and the one that appears in the latest Newsweek, makes this a truly
amazing event, and a news story in and of itself. At last, the truth about our President and his agenda are starting to trickle through the “protective wall” built around him by the liberal media.


I Too Have Become Disillusioned.

By Matt Patterson (columnist – Washington Post, New York Post, San
Francisco Examiner)

Years from now, historians may regard the 2008 election of Barack
Obama as an inscrutable and disturbing phenomenon, the result of a
baffling breed of mass hysteria akin perhaps to the witch craze of the
Middle Ages. How, they will wonder, did a man so devoid of
professional accomplishment beguile so many into thinking he could
manage the world’s largest economy, direct the world’s most powerful
military, execute the world’s most consequential job?

Imagine a future historian examining Obama’s pre-presidential life:
ushered into and through the Ivy League, despite unremarkable grades
and test scores along the way; a cushy non-job as a “community
organizer;” a brief career as a state legislator devoid of legislative
achievement (and in fact nearly devoid of his attention, so often did
he vote “present”); and finally an unaccomplished single term in the
United States Senate, the entirety of which was devoted to his
presidential ambitions.

He left no academic legacy in academia, authored no signature
legislation as a legislator. And then there is the matter of his
troubling associations: the white-hating, America-loathing preacher
who for decades served as Obama’s “spiritual mentor”; a real-life,
actual terrorist who served as Obama’s colleague and political
sponsor. It is easy to imagine a future historian looking at it all
and asking: how on Earth was such a man elected president?

Not content to wait for history, the incomparable Norman Podhoretz
addressed the question recently in the Wall Street Journal: To be
sure, no white candidate who had close associations with an outspoken
hater of America like Jeremiah Wright and an unrepentant terrorist
like Bill Ayers, would have lasted a single day. But because Mr. Obama
was black, and therefore entitled in the eyes of liberal Dom to have
hung out with protesters against various American injustices, even if
they were a bit extreme, he was given a pass. Let that sink in: Obama
was given a pass – held to a lower standard – because of the color of
his skin.

Podhoretz continues: And in any case, what did such ancient history
matter when he was also so articulate and elegant and (as he himself
had said) “non-threatening,” all of which gave him a fighting chance
to become the first black president and thereby to lay the curse of
racism to rest?

Podhoretz puts his finger, I think, on the animating pulse of the
Obama phenomenon – affirmative action. Not in the legal sense, of
course. But certainly in the motivating sentiment behind all
affirmative action laws and regulations, which are designed primarily
to make white people, and especially white liberals, feel good about

Unfortunately, minorities often suffer so that whites can pat
themselves on the back. Liberals routinely admit minorities to schools
for which they are not qualified, yet take no responsibility for the
inevitable poor performance and high drop-out rates which follow.
Liberals don’t care if these minority students fail; liberals aren’t
around to witness the emotional devastation and deflated self-esteem
resulting from the racist policy that is affirmative action. Yes,
racist. Holding someone to a separate standard merely because of the
color of his skin – that’s affirmative action in a nutshell, and if
that isn’t racism, then nothing is.

And that is what America did to Obama. True, Obama himself was never
troubled by his lack of achievements, but why would he be? As many
have noted, Obama was told he was good enough for Columbia despite
undistinguished grades at Occidental; he was told he was good enough
for the US Senate despite a mediocre record in Illinois ; he was told
he was good enough to be president despite no record at all in the
Senate. All his life, every step of the way, Obama was told he was
good enough for the next step, in spite of ample evidence to the

What could this breed if not the sort of empty narcissism on display
every time Obama speaks? In 2008, many who agreed that he lacked
executive qualifications nonetheless raved about Obama’s oratory
skills, intellect, and cool character. Those people – conservatives
included – ought now to be deeply embarrassed.

The man thinks and speaks in the hoariest of clichés, and that’s when
he has his Teleprompters in front of him; when the prompter is absent
he can barely think or speak at all. Not one original idea has ever
issued from his mouth – it’s all warmed-over Marxism of the kind that
has failed over and over again for 100 years.

And what about his character? Obama is constantly blaming anything and
everything else for his troubles. Bush did it; it was bad luck; I
inherited this mess. Remember, he wanted the job, campaigned for the
task. It is embarrassing to see a president so willing to advertise
his own powerlessness, so comfortable with his own incompetence. But
really, what were we to expect? The man has never been responsible for
anything, so how do we expect him to act responsibly?

In short: our president is a small-minded man, with neither the
temperament nor the intellect to handle his job. When you understand
that, and only when you understand that, will the current erosion of
liberty and prosperity make sense. It could not have gone otherwise
with such a man in the Oval Office.


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