Yesterday morning in my final hours of recuperation at home, it was painful and uncomfortable to watch pedantic, puerile, insufferably arrogant President Obama lead a press conference for people he is convinced are dumber than his dog.
When he is indoors, his nostrils cannot take their eyes off the ceiling. They cannot even guess the color of grass.
This morning, Bozo P. Clodhopper, Mr. Obama’s vulgar, mentally mute vice president, is scheduled to issue his commission’s report after a month of farcically studying potential new “gun control” measures.
That these two refugees from deserved obscurity even would undertake such a project is revelatory of their ignorance, their contempt for us. If brains were light bulbs, they would sit in a dark room without detecting the difference.
Decades with the Dullards
Like Mr. Obama, Mr. Biden was born with peanut-sized capabilities. Like his boss, he thinks being a laughing stock is desirable.
“Gun control” is a freedom-choking, mind-controlling gimmick no normal politician would undertake. No normal adult would endorse it. In Russia, yes, they would. In Iran, yes. In Pakistan, yes. In Qatar, yes. In Jordan, yes. In those lands, Mr. Obama, who almost never invokes the phrase “our country,” Normal liberals and normal conservatives understand “gun control” is as unworkable, as stultifying as any gizmo Rube Goldberg ever designed.
The left-wing-dominated media sunnily has lied about Mr. Obama’s smallness, his unpolished, amateurish mind, his supreme laziness, his narrower-than-claimed education, and his numerous cerebral handicaps, including an irremediable penchant for baldly lying.
Fifty years into a pampered life he has creatively masked, he lies like a brat because he has gotten away with it by compounding untruths mountain high, and then claiming half of his bi-racial identity as an excuse that intimidates left-wing admirers.
Truth, a Stranger in His Life
Look closely. He repeatedly, shamelessly lied through his two “autobiographies,” verifiably so. He paid no price because the dullest minds in the media admire his bean-counting. So many blacks, so many lesbians he has hired. Zowie. He doesn’t know from fitness for jobs. He gloats over skin color and sexual preference even though he has no more use for gays than the Nebraska Bagel. They loathe gays as much as they hate Republicans.
Did you know he pays the girls on his White House staff considerably smaller salaries than the men? But shh. His left-wing stooges in the media, winking at the Prez, cover up for him as if it is a game. They are as unserious as he is.
It is not a sin for a President to be dumb. (See Carter, Johnson, Eisenhower, FDR.) It is, though, to calculatedly, meanly lie about one’s ignorance, capabilities and raging insincerity. He is dumber than your friendly neighborhood blue collar vendor. He has gotten away with egregious fibs because of his singular talent for intimidation, especially of the racial kind.
If Mr. Obama declared that Napoleon lived in the 13th century, or that Rootin’ Tootin’ Putin was the former governor of Kansas, the silly and happily money-losing New York Times and the enthusiastically gullible Los Angeles Titanic eagerly would report such junk as fact the next day. No need to speculate. They have, as recently as this morning. Since the black day in February 2007 when the most unqualified Presidential candidate in modern political history snootily stepped from the closet, the robotic press has reported his body of lies, his massive fiscal misrepresentations and his abysmal economic ignorance as sui generis wisdom.
I Am Your Superior
No matter who he is trying to impress, he consistently sees himself as the only adult in the room, the only mature person. Even though 98 percent of the foolish American media is in his watch pocket, Mr. Obama childishly perceives the journalists the way a rat understands a slice of cheese.
A wasted life, a life of waste.
His perfume-sniffing arrogance would choke an elephant.
He thinks slower than molasses walks.
He can’t help himself. He was born that way, slue-footed of mind, clumsy of tongue, despite what you have read for six years. Have you watched him speak? He will make you as dizzy as a ventriloquist as his head ping-pongs between teleprompters.
We will see it celebrated again later today when he disingenuously chortles about how he is performing a sui generis service, for the benefit of mankind, by forcing “gun control” on us stolid toads.
Don’t be surprised if President UnSuperman tries to con you into swallowing that President Lincoln, President Garfield, President McKinley and President Kennedy all would be alive today if someone as brilliant as he had been in charge of our nation and had choked us into “gun control” submission.
The shlub believes it.
