2012-06-26

Dreams Of My Nightmare

Well. The bots are falling like flies.

From IHT:

"...While most politicians write their stories once they’ve laid some claim to the spotlight and are already operating in its skeptical glare, Obama did so years in advance, setting the stage long before he strode onto it. The first edition of “Dreams From My Father,” a framing device for the campaigns and speeches to come, was published in 1995. He wasn’t even an Illinois state senator yet.

It was an act of careful and considered self-definition, and with the publication of David Maraniss’s new biography of Obama earlier this month, we learned just how careful and considered. Obama tailored characters to suit his themes and invented a few details of his family’s past, saying that a step-grandfather was killed in combat against Dutch troops in Indonesia when he really, according to Maraniss, died in a fall from a chair as he hung drapes..."

The narrative was indeed set before he did anything. I think this is where the skepticism gave from for those who dared to look beyond the script. It reached an absurd level when he won a peace prize for doing exactly nothing.

That and the "I inherited this mess" garbage. That logic is obliterated with a simple "yeah but no one forced you into this" line.

At this point, he reminds me of Tommy Hearns taking a hard left from Marvin Hagler. At this point, it's hard to believe Romney won't get elected.

"...Much has been made of his recent executive decision regarding young illegal immigrants as an act of sheer political calculation. It may well be. But I wonder if there wasn’t an emotional motivation as well — if he wasn’t trying to find one small patch of ground on which he could have his unchallenged say and way..."

He's an elected politician. Not a dictator. He shouldn't even be thinking this way. If he does, it says much about him.




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