TOBY PETZOLD

Dan Collins said I had to read this, so I did. Of Barack Hussein Obama, Michael Knox Beran writes:

His charisma is grounded in empathy rather than authority, confessional candor rather than muscular strength, metrosexual mildness rather than masculine testosterone. His power of sympathetic insight is said to be uncanny: “Everybody who’s dealt with him,” columnist David Brooks says, “has a story about a time when they felt Obama profoundly listened to them and understood them.” His two books are written in the empathetic-confessional mode that his most prominent benefactress, Oprah, favors; he is her political healer in roughly the same way that Dr. Phil was once her pop-psychology one. The collectivist dream, Obama instinctively understands, is less scary, more sympathetic, when served up by mama (or by mama in drag).

My greatest concern now is that the deconstructions of this unqualified liar will become so numerous and varied that they will merely add kindling to the fire of his fascination —and make Obama the indispensable man of the age. Are we Americans far enough removed from the sinister influences of Big Media? Can someone such as The One —as McCain is now said to be calling him— really wield that much power over the minds of enough people to seize the most powerful office in the world? The contempt of the Democratic Party for this country deeply alienates me when I can bear to think of it. Their choice strikes me as nothing short of anti-American.

John Hinderaker is saying that Barack Obama told a reporter in Sderot, Israel today (emphasis mine):

Now, in terms of knowing my commitments, you don’t have to just look at my words, you can look at my deeds. Just this past week, we passed out of the U.S. Senate Banking Committee, which is my committee, a bill to call for divestment from Iran, as a way of ratcheting up the pressure to ensure that they don’t obtain a nuclear weapon.

To which Hinderaker adds:

But Obama is not a member of the Senate Banking, Housing and Urban Affairs Committee. Obama just made that up so he could count the committee’s action as one of “my deeds.”

If committed by a Republican, this would be a gaffe of historic proportions. Even a Senator as inattentive to his duties as Obama certainly knows what committees he serves on. For him to fabricate the claim, out of whole cloth, that the Senate Banking Committee is “[his] committee,” strikes me as another sign of Obama’s megalomania. That, plus more evidence that he is totally at sea without a teleprompter.

Surely, there’s just some sort of misunderstanding, right?

Peter Wehner responds to Andrew Sullivan’s response to him. It’s all very meta, of course, but this much is devastating:

The main points of my post on Obama and Iraq are ones Andrew never really addresses; namely, that (a) Senator Obama was profoundly wrong in his opposition to the surge and his predictions of what would come to pass; (b) if Obama’s plan had been implemented, America would have almost unquestionably suffered a terrible defeat in Iraq by now (not to mention mass death and probably genocide in Iraq); and (c) Obama has been intellectually dishonest in his refusal to acknowledge, until only recently (and grudgingly), progress in Iraq. In that sense, Obama has been in a state of denial and the embodiment of the kind of rigid ideologue of which he claims to be the antithesis. Those points are ones I think Andrew, at his best and at his most intellectually honest, would concede.

Cults rob people of their integrity —and then their dignity.

Over at the Eschaton opium den just now, my friend Steve Simels made the mistake of asking me if I thought that

Obama’s more to the left than Bill Clinton? If so, you’re beyond stupid.

Now, it’s true that Obama and the Big Dog are unusually soulless men who have only ever desired power, but it is also true that Bill Clinton had a great wealth of electoral and executive experience that almost certainly burned out of him any real tendencies he might have had towards socialism or full-on racial or gender equality. Obama, by contrast, has virtually no executive experience (outside of being a grievance engineer in a very corrupt city) and, so, is obviously more smitten with pie-in-the-sky Leftist horseshit. That’s why he thinks it personally necessary to go and apologize to the Eurozombies for the bad feelings they’ve been feeling about America. Pobrecitos! Once Obama Skywalker alights upon Washington, all the world will ooh and aah and feel good about us again. Because that’s what we’ve been needing: the approval of people who don’t even have the sense to defend themselves against the Mohammedan Menace.

When Barack Hussein Obama is President, people like Christopher Reeve are going to walk again.

Just caught the last few minutes of Madame Couric fluffing Obama Soter —and it turns out that the reason he’s going to hold a campaign rally in front of Hitler’s favorite monument to Prussian militarism is to get the krauts “to feel good” about America again. And to say we’re sorry to our “old enemies.” So very, very sorry.

Obama is an abomination. Inshallah, this wankfest he’s been on this past week will be the beginning of the end of his hopes. Surely Americans won’t reward this degree of narcissism.

It isn’t true to say I learned nothing from Mrs. Eddy. She taught me to reject mesmerism —even if only as a knock on the competition. But, truly, I despise a messianic pose. I can pick up on an ego-freak from across the planet —and the frequency I tune in on best is whether he knows what he’s talking about. And, often, he does not because the only thing he is truly expert at is deceiving people. Knowing what he’s talking about is merely a trick that the mesmerist must practice at enough to fool most of the people. And what a time-consumer! The mesmerist knows that he cannot know enough to be the master of the task at hand, so his energies are turned instead to practicing the art of distraction —all the while damning distractions as the enemy of his purpose, which is to get your panties off, madam, and to have your wallet, sirrah. The mesmerist is a hack with a talent for lying, but what are you gonna do?

Call him on it, I think. Just say no to the lie of post-partisanism and the shameful lie of a post-racial America. I think the Mayor of Newark said it best:

Well, I reject the term post-racial, it kind of scares me in the sense that I never want that to happen to America. Ah, let’s not sanitize, homogenize, deodorize our country, dear God we are not a homogenous country like Norway or Holland, nor do I want us to be, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I want to be America. We are America, because we have strong Italian communities steeped in who they are, Irish communities with the pride of that community, Korean, Mexican, Haitian, Nigerian. We are the United States of America which is the wonderful collection of so many different races, ethnicities and religions and God forbid if we ever get to a point where we “transcend our race.”

In another few cycles, I wouldn’t mind voting for this man to be my President. In fact, I suspect I would be proud to. Because, by then, he will be ready. And because he knows what he is talking about.

When Al Gore accepted the Nobel Prize, he said that we human beings are the problem.

If that sort of self-loathing Leftist pessimism isn’t the direct descendant of the concepts of original sin and the unredeemed sinner, then it is their retarded nephew. Therefore, what Gore and the Gaiists are practicing is religion. Moreover, it is utterly derivative of Judeo-Christian morality, which must be just awful for these tweed jacketed and besandaled morans to finally recognize: “Wha-? We’re just as trapped by the oppressive orthodoxy of sin and redemption as mere Christianists and Neocons?!”

Just quit tripping and settle down, hippies. Come up with something slightly less insane than to promise a completely carbon-neutral America within ten years. Jesus, Gore! Put down that bong and be serious. 

Is the phenomenon of synesthesia evidence of a purely physiological mind-soul complex —as manifested through the mechanics of neurology— wherein a system error persists and is well-tolerated, or is it just one more instance of witchcraft and demonism? I say the former: errors are the irritation that begets a pearl —and what moves mutation, the engine of our being. Error itself is the final proof of material and objective reality, for we do not know what we are but by what we are not. It is the imperfection in our being that finally distinguishes, see. It’s the snag. The nub of the gist of the rub of the Not and the Am.

An intellectual infatuation between a man and a woman is the beginning of lies. Big, throbbing, mind-wandering, 3-D rendering lies. Is such a dynamic tenable? Of course not. But it is a test of a man’s character to act on what is right in every respect and to abide by that standard at the moment of truth.

The hippies get all bent out of shape when you explain to them that George W. Bush isn’t actually spying on them, in particular. They so want to matter, but know they don’t. Therefore, the conspicuous cries foul, as though the pretense to offense were enough to make themselves into ”persons of interest” to McHitlerburton. Instead, these mostly-anonymous slanderers and libelers —raging against some cabal du jour of Jews, Texas oilmen, and Admiral Poindexter— are certain that their most recent blog post on FISA as a bill of right has gained them the attention of the Chimperor’s gestapo. These libtards are pathetic. Nobody cares and nobody is reading their anonymous shit.