We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It seems like a waste of Maggie's Farm's precious paper and ink to simply forward the efforts of tediously brilliant folks like Mead, Steyn, and VDH. Even had I the time, I could not do what they do. From VDH's Our Ten-Trillion-Dollar Man:
So we have what we have always had — the most partisan and the least experienced man in the U.S. Senate as president, elected by a perfect storm of events (e.g., the 2008 meltdown, the media adulation, the anemic McCain candidacy, the furor over Bush and the Iraq war, the orphaned election without a single incumbent, etc.), in which no one was allowed to ask “Who is this stranger?” and “What has he ever done?”, in which the media finally gave up its last shred of impartiality and became a megaphone, as we were assured that Mr. Obama’s most intimate associates were really total strangers, his once praised avid church-going was merely sporadic, his most partisan voting record was in truth bipartisan, and his bad habits of saying disturbing things were simply a symptom of racialist, raise-the-bar nitpicking on behalf of his Neanderthal critics.
In short, Obama came into office with all the Carteresque assumptions on how to take over a private-sector economy and outsource foreign policy to international bodies. He now finds to his utter amazement — as Carter discovered in late 1979 after Teheran, Afghanistan, and Central America — that in the real world none of what worked in word worked in deed. Those who assured Obama that his Harvard lounge fantasies were real have either quit, are now offering new advice, or are criticizing him for once taking them at their word.
Obama, you see, is our nemesis. He is a totem, the logical manifestation of a warped media, the reification of some crazy — and arrogant — ideas about redistributive politics, the statist economy, and cultural and social life that permeated American life the last forty years. He is the president with a 1,000 faces that we have all seen at work, on TV, throughout American life, and at some point the odds determined that we had to have a rendezvous with him— perhaps a catharsis to teach us the wages of Keynesian debt, of a social policy contrary to human nature with its equality of result doctrines, of an all-powerful, all-growing unaccountable government, of the now hip ambiguity about past American protocols and history. Obama is the exaggeration of all the dubious ideas that arose since the 1960s — brought to fruition on his watch, delivered by mellifluous cadences by an untouchable persona.
In fact, a Barack Obama was long overdue. Had he not appeared out of nowhere in 2008, we would have surely had to invent him.
My not-incompatible addition: Obama has always believed himself to be the uniter of all opposites in a single self, who can bring consensus merely by entering the discussion. Both black and white, capitalist and socialist, elite and common man, American and world citizen, Christian and secularist (with a dash of Muslim), he was able to be an efficient Rorschach Protocol because he believed it himself. The Kwisatz Haderach, uniting all possibilities.
Unable to decide as a nation where we want to go, just enough people thought we could have our cake and eat it, too. We wanted to go both ways - and we have.
Assistant VIllage Idiot
AVI... Incredibly conceited though he is, I suspect that Obama isn't quite as confident of his own splendor as he used to be. He has been startled to find that there is a growing group out here in reality-land who believe that he is a fake and a thundering bore. He has stumbled, and keeps stumbling over his crown and ermine train -- which he really should file away with those fake Greek columns.
Since he adores the limelight, there are a number of photographs of him that are extremely revealing, both of his foolish ego and his inexperience. One particular iconic picture of him squatting on the sands of a Gulf of Mexico beach, picking up little tarballs, symbolizes his inexperience and ineffectiveness.
No national leader should allow himself to be photographed that way. It makes him look like a sap, not a leader of the free world. Even Hugo Chavez could tell him that.