[img]1|left|||no_popup[/img]So you were skeptical about assertions that our Dear Leader is an undisciplined hothead with a darn-the-torpedoes agenda?
Grace definitely is not his middle name.
President Obama’s bizarre, anger-laced detour into a gassy defense of news-conscious Henry (My Middle Name Is Louis) Gates at last night’s press conference provided an instructive window into the peculiar peccadilloes of this oddest of all White Houses.
Baby, never underestimate the broad and deep role that elevating the racial temperature in the country is destined to play during an Obama administration.
He will talk about anything else to distract you. He will tell you he is hooked on knitting. He will tell you purple is his favorite color. But watch him closely. He never takes his eye off the racial ball, although he would protest strenuously that he is not aware of race any more than you are.
His intemperate outburst last night was still another puerile reflection on his dented character.
Truth? Truth? Where Did It Go?
On a related subject, there was less truth in the room at the White House than there is in a POW camp.
He weaved his way among vague, evasive, blatantly dishonest and horribly disingenuous — a typical meeting between the President and the patsy press.
To say it differently, his aides will tell you that slyly converting a bastion of capitalism into a full-throated socialist country is a rubbery process, requiring an evolution not revolution.
Owing to a media gallery of sycophants — half out of adoration, the rest by intimidation — Mr. Obama deftly has nurtured into an art form the carnival barker’s ace trick of saying the exact opposite of what he means.
H.L. Mencken, the finest journalist of the last century, had a name for Mr. Obama’s carefully manicured deceit, “baffling the booberie.”
No Time to Relax
Investing the porkiest portion of an hour on the press conference, I was prepared to talk about how Wonderful Ol’ Uncle Barack tucked all of us ignorant unworthies onto his quivering knee. Breathlessly, he promised to relate to us the darnedest fairy tale of the decade.
Employing several dialects, Uncle B, as he prefers, beguiled us with how he was going to rescue all of God’s poor people from those ice-hearted harlots of the Republican Party.
“Children,” he said, kindly, looking each of us in the eye, simultaneously, “this is not about me. Let me be very clear about that.
“However, I intend to succeed where all previous Democratic administrations of the last hundred years failed.
“Let me be clear. This is not about me. But I promised during my campaign that I would bring about healthcare reform. By gum, I will do it. But let me be clear. This is not about me.
“I intend to rescue all of the poor in this country, especially blacks and Hispanics, who were plunged into poverty by the joyless, filthy rich Republican Party whose tax cuts for the rich caused the crisis we are suffering through, mainly the poor, that is.
“Let me be clear. Republicans will tell you otherwise. But this is not about me. I am not poor. The greedy rich got that way by legally stealing from the poor, largely through the previous administration’s tax cuts for the rich.”
But Please Don’t Call a Doctor
Finally and briefly, President Obama came up for air before launching into what he intended to be the main headline from the evening.
Obama press conferences, you may know by now, are as tightly scripted as a Broadway play.
Face of blank, but hear beating faster than usual, Mr. Obama turned to a journalistic plant in the crowd who had practiced asking him how he felt about the race-centric black professor from Harvard who was briefly arrested in a messy apparent break-in at his own home in Cambridge.
Prof. Henry (My Middle Name Is Louis) Gates is no stranger to stunts or mouthing off at the wrong name, in the name of “accidentally” buying sympathetic publicity. .
With the eager co-operation of left-wing stooges in the media, the Gates incident from last week has been raised to a level just under the Vietnam War in importance and in degree of abject horror.
Never let it be said President Obama is not a bandwagon piler-on’er. I guarantee he does not know what really happened on the night at issue.
He burst into a juvenile tirade using overheated language. Being poorly disciplined, he seldom can resist a juicy world-stage opportunity to slap America in the face for its historic record with racism.
Never mind we have made more progress in that area than any government in the history of the world.
Another graceless performance.
And yes, he did get his way. Calling the Cambridge Police Dept. “stupid” won him more attention that his senseless blathering and misleading statements about healthcare reform.
“Let me be clear,” he said later. “This is not about me.”
