Upon slightly closer examination than he has been subjected to in his first year on the national stage, young Mr. Obama consistently has demonstrated shaky to abysmal judgment of character, both in the marginalized strictly hard left advisors he has hired to educate him and the slimy personalities he has conducted business with in Chicago.

Slicker than a rooftop thief, cleverly he has been less revealing to an incurious left-wing than a mute coquette.

However, to his extraordinary credit, Mr. Obama, by my tracking and research, never even has hinted at running as a black candidate for President. He is just a normal candidate.

Girls, Shouldn’t We Unite?

Which is more than you can say for Hillary (Vote for Me, Girlfriend, Because We Aging Broads Form the World’s Only Majority Minority) Clinton.

Comes this morning in the Los Angeles Times a book review, purportedly regarding Mr. Obama, by a fuming, axe-grinding young black liberal girl who makes her living as a mystery writer.

The real mystery is how she earns a living with practically invisible skills.

When you learn that the heroine of her LAPD-oriented novels is named Charlotte “Justice,” you can smell the punchline well before she pulls the trigger.

Paula L.L. (for Loopy Liberal) Woods should have swallowed some of the dog food that Tennie Pierce’s friends prankishly served him several years ago down at the Fire Dept. before he shrewdly turned it into a racial bonanza.

Ms. (I Am a Victim, and Please Don’t Try to Cure Me) Woods is a fiction writer who has trouble with real life when assessing a book by a erudite man of mixed heritage analyzing a Presidential candidate of mixed heritage.

Apparently, she overdosed on something of dubious legality before she sat down to write the most convoluted book review to be carried by the Times in the last several years.

Here Is a Challenge

I will write a $150 check to the favorite charity of the first reader who can explain what Ms. (I Feel So Muddled So Often) Woods intended to say on page 4 of this morning’s Calendar section.

Ms. (I Am Lost in the) Woods was assigned to think through a review of the scholar Shelby Steele’s latest, “A Bound Man — Why We Are Excited About Obama, and Why He Can’t Win” (Free Press).

Regularly confused, Ms. (Where in the) Woods (Am I?) does not like the idea of a biracial conservative critically assessing a biracial left-winger from a cultural perspective.

A Personal Stake

The book is of particular interest to me because my oldest son is biracial. But I learned nothing from Ms. Woods’ I Am a Victim review. Liberals are so stubborn, so sad.

Ms. Woods is typical of the worst kind of left-wingers, sincere but not-quite-serious persons who would like to engage in sober dialogue but are overruled by their runaway emotions, frequently a euphemism for anger.

Instead of honestly evaluating the erudite Mr. Steele’s penetrating accounts of navigating through the judgmental waters of life that are controlled by persons of a single race identity, Ms. Woods waffles and collapses.

A Lightweight, Not a Thinker

The intellectual weight of Mr. Steele’s insights into an important, entirely unexplored dimension of Mr. Obama’s life overwhelms Ms. Woods.

Baffled and perhaps embarrassed by her inability to maturely judge Mr. Steele’s work, Ms. Woods was unable to even compose a conclusion.

It would have been helpful to have digested a critical look at a biracial scholar’s projection of a like personality going for the most important office in the land.

Next time, the Times should send a serious man in the stead of a shallow, pouting little girl whose proudest boast is that her home library exceeds 1,000 volumes.

Maybe Ms. (Lost in the) Woods will run for Speaker of the Assembly when it is expected to open again in a few months.