Funny Name
Barack Hussein Obama says that people like me don’t like him because he has a “funny name” and because he is, as he identifies himself, a black man. But the actual reason I don’t like Obama is because of insufferable ploys like that one: “If you oppose or criticize me, you’re a racist.”
With about three months to go to the moment of truth, such a preposterous rationale is intended to paralyze and suspend normal political criticism. It’s grossly unfair and racist in itself. Let’s see how much more mileage this goddamned charlatan gets out of what John McCain today finally and bluntly called “playing the race card.” I think it’s bound to backfire on Obama in a big way —and with crucial Democratic voting blocs, viz., Northeastern Catholics, Rust Belt blue-collars, older folks (especially Floridian Jews), and large segments of the Latino vote.
The legend that is growing up around this unqualified liar is that he represents a post-racial America. Yet the support he receives from Black America exceeds even the usual 90-10 split the Democratic Party can count on every cycle. How is that suggestive of a post-racial appeal? The very idea is a joke, as was repeatedly demonstrated in the last several Democratic primaries.
It just so happens that it’s Barack Obama who comes into an electoral dynamic where his identity and character are not even known to the majority of Americans. All that can be known about him is what he asserts himself and his beliefs to be. So why is that acceptable? It is not. It is not enough for a man to claim to be something; he must demonstrate himself to be worthy of the most powerful office on Earth.
On that point, McCain is unquestionably the better choice. He is known to the society he is asking to lead. He is known to us as a man of real character and as a man with a demonstrated record of service. On what basis is Obama asking to lead us? On the strength of his good looks and his alleged mastery of the oratorical arts? Well, that’s the audacity of horseshit. If guilt-ridden white liberals want a black man to play at being President, they might as well choose Morgan Freeman (who happens to be a good and interesting man, which I would know from years of reading about him, seeing him in interviews, and sharing in his artistic choices).
I wish I could suppress my contempt for people who support this nonsense, but I am having a hard time of it. I am sorry to even have to say that, but it is true. Ever since about Super Tuesday, I have looked on the Democratic Party in much the same way that I looked on the Republicans in the wake of the Schiavo Unpleasantness. To me, the Democrats have absolutely gone mad. Does their self-loathing as Americans run so deep that they would inflict this crap on our culture without any thought of its recklessness?
The answer is obvious.
