Dreams from my Fabulism
PBS Frontline interviews an Obama grade achool classmate who notes that, among other things, Obama as a pre-teen claimed to be an Indonesian prince, or descended from Kenyan royalty.
– Which, to be honest with you, doesn’t bother me at all. Here was a kid living with his grandparents, mother and father absent, who began inventing for himself an identity that would fill the painful gap that abandonment had likely left in him. That’s just what kids do — whether as flights of imagination or as defenses built to provide a degree of stability against a world they are still trying to learn and navigate through.
The problem is, he never outgrew that propensity for role playing — and it was this trait, along with other markers useful to the New Left in its takeover of the Democratic party and its plans to build a formidable candidate that would appeal to the American ideals they themselves had been long pushing in popular culture and academia (Obama’s Otherness, expressed in his name; the melting pot aspect of his racial makeup; the humble roots of his goat herding father; his contrived reputation as a brilliant academic; his advancement as a post-racial, post-political champion of non-partisan Americanism, a man who could heal all type of wounds, be they historical, by way of assuaging racial guilt; or physical, by lowering the oceans and cleansing the air), that likely drew the interest of people like Ayers and Wright and Axelrod and Jarrett.
After all, Barry Soetero came with a pedigree. He was mentored by Frank Marshall Davis. He had been schooled in Marxist propaganda, a schooling that continued into Occidental and then in his time at Columbia (as Stanley Kurtz has detailed rather extensively); and it appears he was “sponsored” in his Harvard application by Saudi Prince Alwaleed Bin Talal, as Percy Sutton revealed (before later trying to change his story). In short, he had the Marxist mindset, combined with the necessary social markers, that would, with some polish and some careful re-imaginings of his life story (composite characters, his interactions with are fraught and supposedly instructive; errors of commission and omission; the battle to keep his past associations and transcripts hidden — likely because they show a man whose access to exclusive schools was based around identity claims he no longer makes), make him the ideal candidate to put forward at the right point in American history.
War-weary, tired of partisan bickering (Chimpy McBushitler’s bloody ride through racist xenophic history had the electorate looking for a candidate who would promise them bromides, rather than forcing them to concentrate on what was — and this symbolic, historic embodiment of escapism was somehow sold as a pragmatist, when in effect he offered little more than Utopian fantasy: Hope and Change, Yes We Can, We are the Ones We’ve been waiting for), Americans made a mistake in 2008.
Many of us saw Obama for who he was. We were uncomfortable with his rapid, cultish rise. We were suspicious of all the holes in his biography — and we saw in his “message” nothing specific, save for the few slip ups wherein he talked of wealth redistribution and a flawed Constitution that didn’t speak to “social justice.”
Others, including many Republicans like Peggy Noonan, put on their best Fox Mulder face and wanted to believe. For them, it was a show of sophistication to reach across the partisan divide and embrace a new kind of politician, and urbane ethnic minority with degrees from some of the finest schools, a man conversant in the argot of the “intellectual” (as is any second year grad school student in Critical Race Theory, incidentally; or anyone who has read, eg, Said’s Orientalism), a man whose pant crease was so perfect, so Ivy League.
And it was particularly easy to do so against a timid, decidedly unsexy and PC polluted Republican statist like John McCain as the party candidate, especially, in the minds of many GOP sophisticates, once he selected a public school beauty queen as his running mate, a woman who embraced and explained constitutionalism in the plain speak of home-spun populism — a trait that made those so desirous of acceptance by the leftwing intelligentsia as worthy adversaries and intellectual peers openly cringe.
2008 was about optics and perception. And here we are in 2012, well aware that false optics and a manufactured perception leading to an electoral consensus is a recipe for fail in a country that is founded on reason, rationalism, and other Enlightenment principles that to the left anti-foundationalists and would-be tyrants are anathema.
It’s time for Obama to play another role: deposed King. And he can take that presumptuous, let-them-eat-arugala Queen with him.
I said in 2007 that an Obama election would set back race relations in this country decades. Obama is not a Good Man, nor was his desire for “fundamental transformation” indicative of the goals of a garden-variety liberal Democrat, no matter how many times my betters told me so.
And today, we stand at a crossroads. Either we begin pulling out the socialist substructures that now keep our government running largely separate from elections; or we are conned yet again into voting for a man who has been trained his entire life to bring down the system, to weaken the United States and its global hegemony, and to push for a rule by a bureaucratic elite that will manage the masses until such time as Paradise is reached, and they can then recede — even as they know full well that the natural stopping point of every Marxist fantasy is with liberal fascism.
Where the power lies, and where they control the levers of that power.
We have one move left to us now, in the short term: Vote this fucker out. Simple as that.