TOBY PETZOLD

Let’s also not forget that Obama is lying about his position on reparations. He’s supposedly against them —but is still in favor of them so long as they are called something else. Which is ironic, right? Here’s a man whose own background as an African-American is totally unrelated to that of actual Black America —with its autochthonous and historico-cultural claim on Americanism— but who is very obviously interested in a redistributive scheme to even things out some. He is the Immaculate Step-Brother —come to validate an ahistorical con job in paradise.

Remember: when you guarantee the equality of outcomes, you disincentivize work and effort; you debase the notion of meritocracy in favor of schemes intended merely to attract votes and political support. Not everyone can win, especially if they are themselves at fault, but far fewer will lose if there are opportunities to advance in a fair system. That’s the genius of American capitalism and it is more widely available to the average man or woman than Leftist cranks will ever admit.

That these supporters of Obama would require such a reminder —that they are voting against Americanism— is no longer to be doubted.

Nietzsche is said to have argued that Christianity was the Jews’ revenge on Imperial Rome. And there is a lot to be said for that: in the space of about three centuries, a religion based on the life, death, and resurrection of a troublemaking minority in a  distant province became, essentially, the creed of the world’s greatest empire. The last thing had now become first, just as the Gospels promise.

These are softly psychotic days of cultish confidence and stop-motion spectacles of diseased accretions upon the body politic. I do not know the nature of the plague of messianism; I would not have guessed a year ago that America would tolerate a man as steeped in racist gall and European socialism as this one, but I was wrong. America is cut out for the new totalitarianism. It does not flinch or fight, but waddles right up to the very idea itself like a dodo nuzzling the outstretched hand of a bemused Portuguese.

Barack Hussein Obama is the Democratic Party’s revenge on the Union, my friends. Yeah, it’s true —even if the analogy falls apart. The party of secession, slavery, segregation, and now socialism has elevated a demagogue to dismantle this Republic and to reshape it into some alien and un-American outpost of welfare statism and of an even more wretched sort of Carterism. I simply did not know that we had sunk so low.

A woman I know sat me down today and explained at length that whatever happens next Tuesday will be God’s will; that God always chooses our leaders. I added that some must have been object lessons or negative examples, to which she agreed. I have known this woman for a dozen years, off and on, but this was one of the more intense explications of God’s will that I have yet heard from her. She is passionately an Obamaton, and I think there was a generous helping of motherly sadism in her performance, but what can we do sometimes but take pleasure in being agreeable?

I won’t say I fear for my country, but the cone of uncertainty for me is wider than before.

Many of us who are opposed to Barack Obama —because of the enormous lies he tells about himself, as well as the extreme Leftism hidden in his story— are too slow to surrender to reality. We cannot yet accept that the America we live in is ready to hand the keys over to a narcissistic socialist in the White House and the most liberal Congress in 35 years. The disconnect may be attributed to a quaint adherence to the old standards of patriotism and, indeed, politics. When else, after all, have we made a cultural interloper of this degree our President? I don’t refer to his racial identity —although that’s certainly there— but to his foreignness. He doesn’t have a claim on this culture that I would recognize as American. Instead, he is a harbinger of the Post-American Man —the Citizen of the World who, on nothing but the power of celebrity and diabolism, went before the German throngs and debased what we are. Yes: debased. He reduced what this Republic is to a mistake that needs to be apologized for. So I do not trust his motives and I do not like his supporters, who strike me as woefully ignorant and emotional little feelers. They do not have any reason to support this man but for their emotional reaction to him. They are taking him on faith. What else do they have, though? Some evidence of his worth such as, you know, an achievement? Ask a hundred of his followers and not two of them together could tell you a single fucking thing he’s achieved that would warrant his elevation to the Presidency.

Anyway, we supporters of McCain and Palin are on our own little fools’ errands in trying to persuade the public of the dangers of this New Socialism. I have —and will have, be sure— no regrets for my own part in criticizing Obama, but it’s still poignant to read the people I depend on for my information trying so hard to break a story or pursue a new line of investigation in these last, though interminable, weeks. They want so much for what they write to matter, but it does not. What Obama draws on now is not the rational considerations of informed voters, but the raucous and fanatic emotionalism of the new idolatry —an anti-Bush and anti-Right movement determined to replace what it despises. You will not reach into those little rodental heads and convince them of anything: The One must be made the Change We Need.

What Obama is —as a man and as a patriot— is somehow irrelevant now. The icon got ahead of his reality. These are the days for dreaming. Not American Dreaming, of course; that would be too provincial. These are the days, rather, for illusions and fantasies and all the thoughts of absolution we will enjoy once we do to ourselves what must be done. Now the abnegating! Now the denigrating!

The knowing comes later. The realization must come, but last.

The Governor of Kansas —a lovely woman named Kathleen Sebelius— made the following remarks yesterday at a library in Iowa City:

“Have any of you noticed that Barack Obama is part African-American?” Sebelius asked with sarcasm. “(Republicans) are not going to go lightly into the darkness.”

If you go to the link, you’ll see that the second half of that quote was cut from the AP report in which it first appeared in subsequent online versions. Did she say that or not? If she did, she certainly has some balls to talk about the “code language” employed by the GOP. What on Earth was her little bit of poetic insinuation about, after all?

Whatever the truth of that second half of the quote is, the first part is pure Obaman race-baiting. Right down to the construction of the rhetorical question with the word “noticed.” Obama obviously put Sebelius up to posing that chickenshit non-question —and I think they should both be ashamed of the effort.

By the way, Obama isn’t “part” African-American; he is African-American. Literally. In a way that the vast majority of Black Americans are not. Isn’t that perfectly stupid to use “black” and “African-American” interchangeably? Why does a self-identified black person even need to think of himself as African, anyway? I dislike the term “African-American” and I refuse to use it because I regard it as superfluous, self-conscious, shibbolethic, and condescending nonsense. If you are a black American reading these words, it is very likely that you share a bigger part of this country’s anthropological character than the average white person you know. Your ancestors were Americans before most white Americans’ ancestors ever left Europe. Remember that and quit resorting to nonsense words, why don’t you?

Over at the Free Republic, joanie-f has an interesting post about Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae and the politics of mortgages (emphases mine):

In the list of 354 lawmakers who have received contributions from the two mortgage giants since 1989, Barack Obama has collected the second highest dollar figure – behind only fellow leftist Christopher Dodd (D-CT). Recall, also, that Senator Obama has been in Washington for only three-plus years. So, despite the fact that this list includes the total of all of Fannie Mae’s and Freddie Mac’s contributions to these 354 lawmakers since 1989 (for the last nineteen years), Barack Obama has managed to eclipse all but one of his fellow senators/congressmen, some of whom have been on the Hill six times as long as he.

And democrats in total collected the large majority (57%) of those monies.

Let’s see: Franklin Raines and James Johnson, in addition to both being chairmen of Fannie Mae at one time or another, are now both major Obama supporters. Raines is one of his economic advisers —and Johnson was originally tasked to head up Obama’s Vice Presidential vetting committee until his dirty dealings with Countrywide forced him to stand aside. What sort of political debt was Obama repaying when he chose Johnson to serve in such a position of trust? What sort of advice on the mortgage lending crisis is Obama getting from someone who is widely seen as the epitome of the white-collar criminal supposedly depredating that industry? And Obama thinks he has points to score off McCain?

The mainstream media, and most of our leadership in Washington, would have us believe that this mortgage crisis (eventually scheduled to blossom into a full-fledge economic earthquake) occurred as the result of a combination of greed on the part of the banking/mortgage industry and ignorance on the part of prospective low-income homeowners.

That, however, is not the case. The mortgage crisis is the result of a purposeful, newly required relaxing of underwriting standards, largely foisted by our government on the banking/mortgage industry in the name of ‘ending discrimination’, and in spite of warnings from respected economists that such underwriting relaxations could lead to unprecedented defaults.

It was the regulators, not the banks, who relaxed these standards - at the behest of ‘community organizers’ and ‘progressive’ political activists.

Not everyone should own a house. Not everyone should own a car. Not everyone should go to college. Not everyone can keep a job or avoid the drink or take care of much beyond himself. We are not equally entitled to a certain outcome —which is another way of saying that we are. People get what they deserve. There are accidents and accomplishments that define us in the midst of multitudes as either cyphers or ones, but the State cannot lay its claim on you or me in the end if we choose against it. The America I love is the one I choose to embrace and know as a free man —not the one the degenerate Left believes must be imposed from above and worshipped in the manner of worms.

Don Haskins, the man who led the Miners of Texas Western College over the Kentucky Wildcats for the Men’s NCAA Basketball Championship in 1966, has passed away. Both my parents knew this man in their many associations with that school. My father’s admiration for Haskins and what he accomplished was especially great. They were friends and colleagues at TWC (which soon after the championship year became the University of Texas at El Paso) and my father spoke glowingly of Haskins for the rest of his life. I myself recall sitting on the ruins of an unfinished temple on the island of Naxos in 1995 while reading a long newspaper article on Haskins and the injustice of his then-absence from one of the basketball halls of fame. It was a strange but beautiful experience to be so far away from home, yet reading about someone who had been a household name to me since before my memory.

Whenever the history of the civil rights movement in America is written, it should include somewhere in its pages some reference to what Don Haskins accomplished in an America still struggling to desegregate itself not so long ago.

Thank you, Bear, for enriching my family’s life and making Texas proud.

Even when the Obama campaign isn’t being sexist, they’re beginning to be perceived as such. Which is a fucking riot, dude. Because isn’t that essentially the same conundrum facing Obama’s critics who are falsely charged with racism?

Enjoying identity politics yet, hippies? You know Uncle Tobe is.

Overheard on MSNBC right now: “They want change, they want hope, they want a nude erection.”

Is it really true to say that what makes Obama’s candidacy “historic” in the minds of his supporters is not also what they believe to be what qualifies him for the task of the Presidency? One cannot believe both together and not be —literally— a racist. Surely, by even their own dim lights, there must be aspects of Obama’s character or campaign that the liberal Left concedes are rightly subject to criticism. He cannot be exempt unless his supporters are saying that he has papal-like infallibility.

Don’t doubt that he has such supporters. Unapologetically race-minded advocates who dare call a racist anyone who opposes their man. What drones. What scabrous scrapings of men and foolish women.

No more race martyrs. Just promote the American Way and all will be forgiven.

Well, for one thing, I have a great new vehicle that came with a stereo. Both of which I earned by working hard for my money. I used to have a stereo in my old jalopy until some walking pieces of used food tried to abscond with it one night —but couldn’t, so they just left a jagged wound in my car dash, which I deliberately left as such for the rest of the time I owned the car as a reminder of what happens when you live amongst subhumans with no honor.

So I’m listening to Rush Limbaugh again after many years of not listening to his egomaniacal crapola —and it’s because he’s a well-organized shit-stirrer par excellence. I mean, he’s gotten really good at what he does. And because he knows how to brutalize him some dumbasses, with which this society is brimming.

I only get about 15 minutes or so of it a day when I head out to slop, but it’s almost always worth the time. Today, for instance, he ran a clip of a response Obamachrist made yesterday to a 7 year-old girl who asked him why he’s running for President:

America, uh, is —is no longer, uh, what it —it could be, what it once was. And I say to myself, “I don’t want that future for my children.”

From there, Limbaugh just rips the hell out of this unqualified liar and I am hooting and hollering at the justice of it all. I mean, after all, what a stupid answer to give to a little girl. Is he serious? Is there any doubt that he and the wife just stew in their bitterness and sense of entitlement, 24-7? What the hell does he know about what America “used” to be? America “used” to be a place where a black man couldn’t get served a sandwich at a lunch counter. Is that the place he’s talking about?

Pay attention, moran: you aren’t qualified to be the President of the United States. Period. I hope Mrs. Clinton and her supporters give you a major pain in the ass in Denver ’cause, baby, you earned it.

Matt Bai has a very interesting essay in next Sunday’s New York Times Magazine about black politics in America. On the unlikelihood of Obama’s success this past spring (emphasis mine):

Still, most in the caucus didn’t take Obama all that seriously as a potential nominee, and neither did the Clinton campaign. They calculated that he would need a huge share of black votes to wrest the nomination from Hillary, and her advisers, white and black, considered that a near impossibility. “There was an arrogance and a complete dismissiveness in our campaign against Obama, that he was a lightweight, that he couldn’t get black support,” one senior Clinton aide told me recently. “A lot of the black leaders didn’t know him, didn’t think he was black enough, didn’t think he was of the civil rights movement.” This point about whether Obama was “black enough,” a senseless distinction to most white voters, came up often in my discussions. It referred to the perception among some black leaders that not only had Obama not shared their generational experience, but also that he hadn’t shared the African-American experience, period. Obama’s father was a Kenyan academic; his family came to America on scholarship, not in chains.

I say that unease about Obama’s authenticity —cultural or otherwise— is shared by more than just Jesse Jackson. How is it possible that a person of such limited experience and ability could so easily take control of the Democratic Party? It must, indeed, be a very rickety old chewed-up thing to have been so abjectly appropriated.