[img]1|left|Ari Noonan||no_popup[/img]When Swish effectively took office in record time, the day after his election a year and a half ago, I thought that was the quintessential example of the previously quaint notion — when Republicans were in power — that elections have consequences.
He is President, ergo he can rewrite the Rule Book. Boy, did he. His breathless arrogance at grabbing George W. Bush’s chair from beneath him gave a new odor to the old City Editor’s cry, “Gimme rewrite.”
All previous American Presidents were forced to wait either until the first week in March or, more recently, the third week in January to claim the White House.
Swishy’s slick coup was enabled and formalized by the fact that 99 percent of the electronic and print media promptly considered Mr. Obama the recognized President and Mr. Bush the stale, widely undesired former leader.
Rule of law, tradition, respect for office, civil behavior — these are largely regarded as antiquated concepts by Swishy and his morally tattooed bully boys from the gutters of Chicago, where they gargle razor blades and spit indoors and specialize in tortured locution.
The better we get to know Swish, the easier it is not to blame him for the bulging basement of misfires he commits as regularly as an infant burps or spits up.
Mr. Obama is the resident model for Lipstick on a Pig, dressing up a phony to be what he is not. They washed his face, painted his shoes, changed his sox and underwear regularly, sprayed deodorant until his odor matched that of most men around him. Then they shoved him in front of the cameras.
There is nothing wrong with the President of the United States being a C-average student whose intellectual capacity has been obsessively overhyped.
His coarse, routinely incivil behavior is not surprising — we realize now —coming as it does from a man who believes couth rhymes with south. When he blatantly mispronounced “corps” three times as “corpse” a few weeks ago, Swish was guilty of a gaffe that even a person of average intelligence would not commit — over and over and over.
Lewis and Lying?
But Swish is fastidiously covered for by his sycophantic boys in the media. Again, were he of average cerebral capability, he would be embarrassed. Instead, when the only electronic journalists I know who ask serious questions — the gentlemen from Fox News — the pampered Swishy recoils like a spoiled brat who never has had to do anything that he did not want to do.
Which carries us down — an apt direction — to this amazingly noisy week in Washington after the Democrats’ messy healthcare reform victory last Sunday night. Talk about elections having consequences.
The Democrats have laid it on regular Americans thicker this week than when Imam Obama holds his considerable nose and sits down with Jews.
Jubilant but gratingly coarse, brat-ism has invaded the leadership of the Democrat Party and its most talkative purveyors of prominence.
Since the 1960s, when Democrats discovered that black people can vote, the party has concentrated on dividing their Republican opponents by either race or class. Fifty percent of Republicans are judged racists and 50 percent as elitists.
A rudimentary lesson Democrats have not learned, as they daily go berserk with their stenographer enablers in the print and electronic media, is to compose a whole new scroll of grim fairy tales.
The only thing worse than being a bad loser, we were taught as children, is being a poor winner, as modeled this week by liberals the breadth of the land.
Next to Swish himself, the leading liar in America this week, by acclaim, is a veteran truth-dodger from the Deep South.
Congressman John Lewis of Georgia, a perimeter veteran of civil rights marches, you should know encourages genuflection in his presence.
I am waiting for Mr. Lewis to apologize for perpetrating the most odious of the thousands of goofy accusations made by winning Democrats this week against Republicans and other serious Americans.
Mr. Lewis claims he was called a nigger.
Identity of the culprit is slipper than Mr. Lewis’s famously dishonest tongue.
He was impugned by an unknown “man” in an unknown “location” with an unknown “voice” in a Republican crowd last weekend. Where else?
What a bonfire he lit — just the way he planned it.
Mr. Lewis’s phony story predictably was covered by Obama sycophants almost as widely as the Obama Presidential election.
Wow. That is what Dems do.
Mr. Lewis’s stunt delicately was described as a work of art worthy of DaVinci.
In the absence of even suspect evidence, all reasonable persons only can conclude Mr. Lewis made it up.
He is a liar — not a new appellation for him. I await his humble apology.
