I’m “black enough,” I’m Prog enough, and, gosh darn it, those icky peeeeple loooove Me.
Neera Tanden, a former aide to both Bill Clinton and Barack Obama:
“People say the reason Obama wouldn’t call Clinton is because he doesn’t like him,” observes Tanden. “The truth is, Obama doesn’t call anyone, and he’s not close to almost anyone. It’s stunning that he’s in politics, because he really doesn’t like people. My analogy is that it’s like becoming Bill Gates without liking computers.”
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Reinforces my opinion that he ain’t the one actually runnin’ things over there.
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He/they. Or They/He.
But they love him!
He’s just playin’ hard to get isall.
Here we have a living example of the stuff from which myths and legends are made. As with Narcissus, this guy considers himself so beautiful and gifted that he sees no need for companionship so long as crowds are available to adore him.
In one retelling of the myth, Narcissus is the son of the god of rivers and a girl who liked to play with flowers, a nymph. Obama is the son of goddam drunk who went through rivers of booze and a misguided flower child.
Narcissus came under a spell issued by the goddess Nemesis and fell in love with his own reflection. Obama came under the siren spell of power and fell in love with the sound of his own voice. Narcissus sat beside a pool of water and watched his own reflection until he died from exposure. Obama sits in the Oval Office and basks in the glow of his press releases and the drooling adulation of the mainstream media.
As with Hollyweird pezzanovanti, he needs the attention of the masses, but disdains any close contact with them. He needs the Gibbses and the Carneys and the Assholerods, but prefers they stay at least beyond arm’s length and merely do his bidding, taking care not to contaminate the air he breathes.
He is otherwise complete unto himself, like a unicellular organism, either asexual or bisexual depending on situation, and having procreated to ensure survival of his essence in progeny, without need for further direct human contact.
History books will remain forever divided on his contributions to the nation, to racial harmony, to world peace and stability. Ethnic loyalty will ensure some sort of continued worship in perpetuity because of His Firstness, but numbers will diminish over time, much as have the numbers of those who worship Odin, Zoroaster, and Ba’al.
Those who understand his ineligibility, his inexperience, his ineptitude, and his insatiable desire to remain in power will one day name a flower in his memory: Compostiflorius Obamodiferens, commonly called The Obama Flowering Turd.
All Hail the Flowering Turd!!!!
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But they love him!
--Comment by SondraK, Queen of my domain
People love Walter and Achmed, but they’re just
teleprompterventriloquist dummies, too.bocopro 4: nicely done.
I think maybe the reason he avoids actual contact, as opposed to adoration at a (safe) distance, is that in actual contact he risks the possibility of diminishing his glowing, details-lost-at-distance self-image.
A creature like Precedent Narcissus has no time for other people because it interferes with his mirror gazing time, golf and bowling lessons. He could not stand that the press caught him rolling a mere 37 (he for real is practicing on the WH bowling lanes), and I fully expect him to report shooting 68 at Augusta National before he’s retired. He just won’t mention it was the front nine, and Candy Cowley will back him up.
mech (6)
Barckapeño on a steeeeck.