Aw, Shucks!

Obummer's folksy style is his greatest asset. How can a family man who seems so down-to-earth be anything but honest and trustworthy?  This is the smiling disguise he wears and he carries it off with aplomb ... dangerously so ... as we, who are awake, are repeatedly reminded of his duplicity and mendacity. He talks directly to the great masses of Americans like he was their best friend ... kinda like the eventual villain in a film noire where his sinister intent is not revealed until the last reel. He is Jimmy Stewart for most of the film ... only to turn into Freddy Kruger in the last fifteen minutes ... teaching his audience the danger of relying on outward appearances. And we Americans have yet to learn fully this lesson.

This Saul Alinsky devotee has spent almost eight years offering his bucolic banter, playing golf, stealthily dismantling the American middle class, ceding our world hegemony ... and fomenting racial divide. This apparently was what he really meant by "hope and change." He must be extracting revenge on his adopted country for some deep, dark sin that was visited on him in his childhood. Was it his socialist mother whispering in his ear, his vanishing Kenyan father, his indolent Hawaiian choom gang, or the fact that he felt white but looked black. The fact that he has skated through life ... receiving most plums with little or no effort has enforced his sense of entitlement ... yet caused him to question the perspicacity of his non-black brethren.

Robert Mitchum was once asked to what he attributed his acting success. His reply, "They never found me out." I somehow wonder if Obummer could ever be so self-aware?