Bill Whittle’s latest Afterburner summed up Obama’s smallness of soul pretty damned well, although it certainly isn’t news to us here. Nevertheless, there are tens of millions of people who haven’t given that aspect of Obama’s character all that much thought, and should.
The first Presidential election I remember was 1964. I was ten and my parents were Goldwater supporters but I remember hearing some of the teachers at school saying Goldwater was crazy and evil. I was confused because I trusted my parents, especially idolizing my dad.
So from then on I started (with encouragement of my dad) reading newspapers & discussing politics with him.
From then until now, I’ve experienced a small handful of Presidents and election seasons. Nixon’s paranoia got the best of him. Jimmy Carter revealed himself as a bitter crank.
But never, oh god, never have I seen a President act like a spoiled 7 year old who cannot stand NOT being the adored center of attention.
Obama has a meanness about him I’ve never seen in any President, and I don’t intend meanness in the sense of one who primarily treats others ill (though Obama does do that), but in the sense of one who cannot rise above a very lowly state. He has never properly grasped where he is when he is in our White House. Even Clinton, who certainly selfishly abused his privilege, at least on occasion could understand the magnitude of his position. Obama never has, and never will.
He has never properly grasped where he is when he is in our White House.
That’s because he cannot conceive of anything greater than his lofty self, which, having crafted his narcissistic self-regard while very young, isn’t very great at all.
“Mitt Romney is going to raise more money than Barack Obama,” [Michael] Moore said. “That should guarantee his victory. I think people should start to practice the words ‘President Romney.’ To assume that the other side are just a bunch of ignoramuses who are supported by people who believe that Adam and Eve rode on dinosaurs 6,000 years ago is to completely misjudge the opposition.”
To assume that the other side are just a bunch of ignoramuses who are supported by people who believe that Adam and Eve rode on dinosaurs 6,000 years ago is to completely misjudge the opposition.”
– Maybe the Fat-ass from the Commywood hills is noticing what a bunch of brainless losers infest the ‘big tent’. Don’t be surprised if the opportunists that have played the Left for a fat paycheck don’t start making right-ward noises if they become convined Jug ears is going to bite it.
We did get one thing verified tonight. The Left considers “celebrity” to be another wholly owned identity group just the same as “black”, “gay”, and “woman”.
I don’t like the Boomer appellation. It’s lazy terminology as it encompasses persons born over twenty years.
Depending on whose definition you read, I am a Boomer or not. I was born on Christmas Day in 1958 and I can tell you I don’t remember the 50’s except in reruns on television. I barely remember the 60’s until about 1968 when one of my cousins was KIA in Vietnam.
Hippies were fringe types by the time I graduated from high school in 1976. All my friends who couldn’t afford college got married, went to work or joined the military. We all wanted to be Yuppies not Hippies. Some of us smoked weed, but most of the jobs that paid well were working for the DOD or building nuclear power plants and required background checks.
Anyway don’t blame all of us (if I am indeed a Boomer) for the sins of a group of douchbags who were ten years or more older than my class.
I don’t blame all the boomers. But it’s indisputable that the whole cult of youth thing in this country coincided with the boomers. And those fringe hippie types had an outsized influence.
June 1954 here…and I have vivid memories of end of 50’s on. (I remember the day in kindergarten when we got a new American flag with 50 stars on it. I was impressed with such a big number and how far away Hawaii & Alaska were on the map)
I don’t fight the ‘boomer’ appellation, but I do like to point out that the generation was very split between “hippies/flower children” and the kids who lead quiet, productive lives.
those fringe hippie types had an outsized influence.
There were several things going on that helped that – “popular youth” culture was seized on and promoted by ‘new’ media. The 60’s saw the rise and influence of television – and with it the influence of the coastal elites who ran it.
I blame the Cult of Youth™ on advertising and magazine publishers as well as television. Those were rocky times with the escalating war in SE Asia and the demonization of our soldiers eclipsed by the adulation of the idiots who went to Woodstock.
Then, bam, bam, bam all the “idols” of Woodstock started overdosing and dropping dead. Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Jim Morrison (even though he wasn’t at Woodstock) all within months of each other. Instead of becoming a cautionary tale, they were lionized in song. In the meantime, astronauts went to space and the networks didn’t cover it anymore. Soldiers came home and were spat on. My husband was told not to wear his uniform in public places. Watergate scandalized the nation. The president resigned.
The country was at loose ends and the media ran with it.
Speechifying — or performing before an audience in general for that matter — in the higher examples of the art demands that the performer know and be sensitive to his listeners, reacting to their reactions, adjusting his pace or volume to the needs of the moment.
Among the many clues Eastwood dropped — for those careful to pick them up — was his shining out by far as the best example of that immediate responsiveness. But just as the performer must understand his audience, since this is a collaborative effort, a two-way street, his audience — if it’s to be judged a good audience — will be sensitive to the performer, understanding and even at times anticipating what is about to happen, even though it could not know with foreknowledge.
On these grounds, through most of the speakers I heard, I thought this a terrible audience. Occasionally it would rise, but too often it appeared to fail to grasp what was said, or what was going on. It was out of sorts, retarded and hence disjointed and clumsy.
Remember, major magazine publishing (and the major ad agencies) came out of NY City. With TV as a way to get into every house across the nation, the influence of NY on shaping culture was way out of balance with local, lowkey stuff.
We may have been watching Wagon Train or Rawhide but the commercials were telling us we were missing something in our lives by not being hip & cool & coastal.
I believe trying to speak at any convention venue is difficult at best. It’s kind of like dinner theater, where portions of the audience at any one time are going to be distracted.
Perhaps I ought to make excuses for the audience, but I’m disinclined to do. On the one hand, the performer has to know how to command their attention, to draw their attention, to make the audience want to attend to what is being said. However, the audience has a role in command of themselves apart from the performers promise: should they choose not to command themselves, I’m gonna fault ’em.
I think he should have probably gone with a picture that didn’t have his head crooked and his ears displayed as, er, prominent (?) protuberant (?) or whatnot.
Obama has a meanness about him I’ve never seen in any President, and I don’t intend meanness in the sense of one who primarily treats others ill (though Obama does do that), but in the sense of one who cannot rise above a very lowly state.
Three things make the earth unquiet
And four she cannot brook
The godly Agur counted them
And put them in a book —
Those Four Tremendous Curses
With which mankind is cursed;
But a Servant when He Reigneth
Old Agur entered first.
Oh, a Servant when he Reigneth
Is more than ever slave!
Bill Whittle’s latest Afterburner summed up Obama’s smallness of soul pretty damned well, although it certainly isn’t news to us here. Nevertheless, there are tens of millions of people who haven’t given that aspect of Obama’s character all that much thought, and should.
“the peoples seat” you chitown thug
– I just can’t figure out who is still buying this POS rag, and why its still in business except for Satan Soros.
– I am so sick of this hate America crap, the Ed of the NYT better hope our paths never cross.
I’m not sure why they think a picture of a chair dwarfing Obama is a good image.
I just can’t figure out who is still buying this POS rag, and why its still in business except for Satan Soros.
why do you care about proggtard media?
sdferr
The first Presidential election I remember was 1964. I was ten and my parents were Goldwater supporters but I remember hearing some of the teachers at school saying Goldwater was crazy and evil. I was confused because I trusted my parents, especially idolizing my dad.
So from then on I started (with encouragement of my dad) reading newspapers & discussing politics with him.
From then until now, I’ve experienced a small handful of Presidents and election seasons. Nixon’s paranoia got the best of him. Jimmy Carter revealed himself as a bitter crank.
But never, oh god, never have I seen a President act like a spoiled 7 year old who cannot stand NOT being the adored center of attention.
Obama has a meanness about him I’ve never seen in any President, and I don’t intend meanness in the sense of one who primarily treats others ill (though Obama does do that), but in the sense of one who cannot rise above a very lowly state. He has never properly grasped where he is when he is in our White House. Even Clinton, who certainly selfishly abused his privilege, at least on occasion could understand the magnitude of his position. Obama never has, and never will.
He has never properly grasped where he is when he is in our White House.
That’s because he cannot conceive of anything greater than his lofty self, which, having crafted his narcissistic self-regard while very young, isn’t very great at all.
Just grandiose and vain.
Great intros by Rubio and Eastwood, but who knew the highlight of the night would be Michael Moore?
The left will be unhinged until November and of course beyond it.
– Thats what you get when you put a lower teir Pol in a top spot. You may remember two others from the past. Nixon and Carter.
– nr – I’m sick of their anti-American thinly disguised commie bullshit.
Did anyone else grow up on Shirley Temple movies?
Obama is “Joy Smythe” (played by Jane Withers) in Bright Eyes the thoroughly spoiled girl who torments Shirley.
To assume that the other side are just a bunch of ignoramuses who are supported by people who believe that Adam and Eve rode on dinosaurs 6,000 years ago is to completely misjudge the opposition.”
– Maybe the Fat-ass from the Commywood hills is noticing what a bunch of brainless losers infest the ‘big tent’. Don’t be surprised if the opportunists that have played the Left for a fat paycheck don’t start making right-ward noises if they become convined Jug ears is going to bite it.
– Of course the ever Marxo-peogressive Huffpoop is caharacterizing Eastwoods speech as ‘unhunged’.
– The new Libturd definition for a lie is any true statement they don’t agree with.
Let him keep the “big boy” chair, just move it to Hyde Park.
We did get one thing verified tonight. The Left considers “celebrity” to be another wholly owned identity group just the same as “black”, “gay”, and “woman”.
Optics of this aren’t good.
I’m all about optics now.
They had to know this was coming.
serr8d
Bravo! [giggle snort]
I was reading lefty blogs last night (so you don’t have to) and the majority opinion is that Eastwood’s performance was “senile”.
They missed it that he was stammering and stuttering in a perfect imitation of Teh Wonce, the not so great and not so powerful.
What a bunch of dopes.
Leigh
Clint was pulling schtick … he’d stammer a bit, pause a bit, then he’d come out with a line as sharp as a stiletto
None of those lefties thought Jimmy Stewart was senile and that was his pattern of public speeking long before his hair turned white.
I guessed I missed that too, because I thought he looked a bit like a stuttering old man myself.
The replies to the empty chair’s retorts were great, though.
Ernst
Unfortunately our current culture is very anti-seniors, no matter how intelligent and hardworking they are.
My dad (84 this Sunday) may take it a bit slower, but I’d put his intellect against any random lefty any day of the week
and stand by with a broom & dustpan to sweep up what what left of the proggy when my dad got through with ’em.
The boomers have nobody but themselves to blame for that. The summer of love crowd never thought they’d live to see old age.
I don’t like the Boomer appellation. It’s lazy terminology as it encompasses persons born over twenty years.
Depending on whose definition you read, I am a Boomer or not. I was born on Christmas Day in 1958 and I can tell you I don’t remember the 50’s except in reruns on television. I barely remember the 60’s until about 1968 when one of my cousins was KIA in Vietnam.
Hippies were fringe types by the time I graduated from high school in 1976. All my friends who couldn’t afford college got married, went to work or joined the military. We all wanted to be Yuppies not Hippies. Some of us smoked weed, but most of the jobs that paid well were working for the DOD or building nuclear power plants and required background checks.
Anyway don’t blame all of us (if I am indeed a Boomer) for the sins of a group of douchbags who were ten years or more older than my class.
I don’t blame all the boomers. But it’s indisputable that the whole cult of youth thing in this country coincided with the boomers. And those fringe hippie types had an outsized influence.
leigh
June 1954 here…and I have vivid memories of end of 50’s on. (I remember the day in kindergarten when we got a new American flag with 50 stars on it. I was impressed with such a big number and how far away Hawaii & Alaska were on the map)
I don’t fight the ‘boomer’ appellation, but I do like to point out that the generation was very split between “hippies/flower children” and the kids who lead quiet, productive lives.
Ernst
those fringe hippie types had an outsized influence.
There were several things going on that helped that – “popular youth” culture was seized on and promoted by ‘new’ media. The 60’s saw the rise and influence of television – and with it the influence of the coastal elites who ran it.
Darleen,
I blame the Cult of Youth™ on advertising and magazine publishers as well as television. Those were rocky times with the escalating war in SE Asia and the demonization of our soldiers eclipsed by the adulation of the idiots who went to Woodstock.
Then, bam, bam, bam all the “idols” of Woodstock started overdosing and dropping dead. Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Jim Morrison (even though he wasn’t at Woodstock) all within months of each other. Instead of becoming a cautionary tale, they were lionized in song. In the meantime, astronauts went to space and the networks didn’t cover it anymore. Soldiers came home and were spat on. My husband was told not to wear his uniform in public places. Watergate scandalized the nation. The president resigned.
The country was at loose ends and the media ran with it.
Speechifying — or performing before an audience in general for that matter — in the higher examples of the art demands that the performer know and be sensitive to his listeners, reacting to their reactions, adjusting his pace or volume to the needs of the moment.
Among the many clues Eastwood dropped — for those careful to pick them up — was his shining out by far as the best example of that immediate responsiveness. But just as the performer must understand his audience, since this is a collaborative effort, a two-way street, his audience — if it’s to be judged a good audience — will be sensitive to the performer, understanding and even at times anticipating what is about to happen, even though it could not know with foreknowledge.
On these grounds, through most of the speakers I heard, I thought this a terrible audience. Occasionally it would rise, but too often it appeared to fail to grasp what was said, or what was going on. It was out of sorts, retarded and hence disjointed and clumsy.
Remember, major magazine publishing (and the major ad agencies) came out of NY City. With TV as a way to get into every house across the nation, the influence of NY on shaping culture was way out of balance with local, lowkey stuff.
We may have been watching Wagon Train or Rawhide but the commercials were telling us we were missing something in our lives by not being hip & cool & coastal.
sdferr
I believe trying to speak at any convention venue is difficult at best. It’s kind of like dinner theater, where portions of the audience at any one time are going to be distracted.
Perhaps I ought to make excuses for the audience, but I’m disinclined to do. On the one hand, the performer has to know how to command their attention, to draw their attention, to make the audience want to attend to what is being said. However, the audience has a role in command of themselves apart from the performers promise: should they choose not to command themselves, I’m gonna fault ’em.
This seat’s taken?
He was the first black president.
He was the first gay president.
He was the first president to get a Nobel prize for breathing.
And now he is Rosa Parks?
Is there anything this man can’t be?
I think he should have probably gone with a picture that didn’t have his head crooked and his ears displayed as, er, prominent (?) protuberant (?) or whatnot.
Romney is on his way to Louisiana to comfort hurricane victims as we type.
Obama is in Texas glad-handing soldiers. Carney fumes that PresBO will go to Louisiana on Monday.
BOOM!
This comes to mind
Fortunately, sdferr, the human race has seen his type before.