OBAMA TO DATE: An Analysis 021209

Here's a great article I came across on a terrific blog, Sweetness & Light, thanks to Proreason's reposting it in the weekly round-up forum there:

Murphy’s Law, the Peter Principle and Barack Obama


What happens when everything that can go wrong in a person’s character formation does go wrong, and that person continues to be promoted to his level of incompetence?

President Barack Obama happens.
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Proper character development is the overriding aim of good parents in raising their children. Mature parents, especially those Judeo/Christian parents with faith, believe it sinful to raise a child without strong self-constraint, a well-formed conscience, ingrained humility and an ironclad respect for the rights of others. Children raised thusly become self-supporting adults, honest in their dealings with others and prone to be contributing members of the society at large.

The world is purely chock full of bad parents, however. Plum chock full.

Barack Obama was conceived out of wedlock to an eighteen year-old girl, who was herself the product of non-religious, rebellious parents, intent on unraveling the fabric of WASP America. Stanley Ann Dunham met Barack Obama Sr., an already-married
African Muslim man, in a Russian language class at the University of Hawaii in her very first year there. According to President Obama’s memoir, his biological father married his mother about three months into the pregnancy, even though he already had a wife and children on his home continent. Hence, very shortly, the father abandoned the new mother and her child to seek his own fortune and yet another wife-to-be at Harvard.

Bigamists are not known for fidelity, are they?

The end result of this convoluted beginning of the man who would become President was that his maternal grandparents became his primary caregivers. With the very best of intentions, I’m sure, these white grandparents doted, scraped and groveled to make the little abandoned child’s life as picture-perfect as it could possibly be under the awful circumstances of parental abandonment. This is a recipe for disaster in the area of character development.

Believing that the child, Barry, needed lots of attention and as few hard knocks as possible, these grandparents proceeded to spoil the ever-living daylights out of the precocious, charismatic, bi-racial child of their only daughter. Through his grandmother’s connections, Barry got a scholarship to the elite Panahou Academy and became one of only five black children in the posh school, where teachers, too, bent over backwards not to offend, not to discipline. For added umph to this already-disastrous formula, Barry’s grandfather made sure the child got lots of father-figure mentoring from a self-proclaimed pedophile and avowed communist, Frank Marshall Davis.

As a young teenager, surrounded by opportunities for drug abuse and tomfoolery, Barry bragged that he had a deal with his doting grandparents which entailed his being able to do whatever he wanted while they looked the other way and pretended not to notice.
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As President Obama’s school transcripts (all of them, from start to finish!) remain among his stack of unreleased documents, we have no way of knowing how our current President did in school.
However, we do know that he was doing drugs, that he was not involved in any demanding athletic program and that he was not otherwise making a big name for
himself on campus.
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This was the story hailed by Axelrod as bedrock, middle-class, Kansan upbringing.
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Then, it was off to Columbia and a shadow existence, which eventually culminated in President Barack Obama, the first African-American President and the first man to ever assume the highest office in the land without one whit of experience other than running for office and beguiling a public begging to be beguiled.
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Nowhere, at any time during Barack Obama’s near-miraculous rise to power, did he come into contact with anyone that would have demanded a character test.
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The characters in this President’s closet are too strange for fiction — Jeremiah Wright, Tony Rezko, the New Party, Billy Ayers, Bernadine Dohrn, Louis Farrakhan, Mayor Daly, Rod Blagojevich, George Soros, assorted tax cheats and pay-to-play schemers of every variety. When any sentient person adds it up, he gets a man without
principle, someone so enabled in his avoidance of reality about himself that one can only call it Murphy’s Law applied to character development.

Every single thing that could go wrong has indeed gone wrong.

From Stage right and Stage left, and from below and above, we see the Peter Principle in all its inglorious dimensions set to wreak havoc upon this entire Country

In only three weeks’ time, this President has signaled to every terrorist on the
planet that we are a sorry, groveling, ashamed Nation ready to come to the diplomatic confessional. He is closing Gitmo within one year, has suspended trials there, and dismissed the charges against the U.S.S. Cole plotter. American penance is coming and it’s coming fast and feebly on its knees. .

President Obama has just put our money where his mouth is and is using $20.3 million to bring in Palestinian refugees from Gaza, the Hamas-controlled region where folks prefer bomb-making to bread-baking. Instead of helping Israel defeat them, this President brings them here.
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The new Secretary of Education was in charge of Chicago schools, where more than 500 verified acts of child battering by teachers went unpunished and teacher unions trumped student rights. This Cabinet is shaping up to be worse than Bill Clinton’s and Jimmy Carter’s combined, while President Obama throws cocktail parties with $100/pound steak.

.President Obama’s definition of bipartisanship: “I won.”

President Obama’s definition of leadership: “Nancy can handle the details.”.
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The Peter Principle has reached its pinnacle in President Barack Obama.
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.The perfect collision of Murphy’s Law with the Peter Principle has arrived to explode in our faces.

In the words of Britain’s most eloquent commentator, “America, what have you done?” . (source)

Gregg Resignation Gives Obama Pause, But No Compromise

Listen as this liar disguises the real reasons that Senator Gregg resigned as Commerce Secretary nominee:



"He had a change of heart about leaving the Senate", is the misdirection he's holding up with one hand, while sticking law after regulation in the "stimulus" bill. Barry is tap dancing, and showing what looks like a genuine smile on his face above, despite two crashing embarrassments accrue in this departmental appointment alone. What about the flops in the other parts of the cabinet?

I like the fact that the Obama camp knew that Gregg had a reputation for being somewhat strict and principled when it came to budgets, and yet they picked him to be the head of a federal agency that was about to be the cover for MUCH rule-bending, rule-breaking, and outright tyranny.

They expected to perform this overnight takeover of our economy with a Republican fall guy at the helm. Someone they could say was a financial miser and only spent the money necessary for the nation’s recovery…and they couldn’t buy him off to do it.

My bet is the administration is going to end up with a black eye over this (downplayed and minimized as much as possible by the MSM, ‘natch) for a half a day, then they’ll dazzle us with the third person nominated to do their deed. Meanwhile, a moment to stop, reflect, and maybe correct yourself a bit will be lost on the Great O. I don’t think he has the upbringing to do such a thing.

Gregg couldn’t lend his name to what he saw coming. Rare that we find someone willing to risk what could have been a position full of perks, payoffs, and pensions for the holder.

Principled people like Gregg befuddle the Harvard Law grad Barry.

Barry In Charge: When You Throw A Revolution And No One Comes

I know how hard this moment must be for the 52% of voting America who cast the vote for this novice tyrant, but the ride isn't going very smoothly yet. It sounds like we're in the backseat of a nice, roomy, 5-speed cruiser of a car, and we let a young, untested teenager take the wheel.

And the gas pedal.

His name is Barry, and he's really a snot-nosed kid who's dedicated his life to deconstruction of one form or another since his birth. But more about that later.

Barry is now reclining in that leather interior driver's seat, kicked back in the style of your average drug dealer with outstretched arm draped loosely over the wheel. But he hasn't even started the engine yet.



He cranks the ignition, lurches forward because he didn't have his foot on the brake when he turned the key, then violently stops the almost out-of-control luxury car. The girl you're with in the backseat laughs nervously, then Barry puts his game face on to get this spaceship of a car on the road again.

The beginning of this administration is like the car that won't start right. We're going to see this man-boy try to ram things through congress like he's grinding gears with his stick-shift all through this first year.

The Saul Alinskyites insist on pushing their agenda on the heels of either a war or an economic disaster recovery, exactly like the one we're going through right now.

He's doing his best. Just give him time.

Barry In Charge: Insane Lies-- The Caterpillar Crash

Profiles In Courage: Dan Halen

The recession is a great leveller. Just like death. Between death and a depression, I'd take the depression any day, but would it take me? -John Galt

Dan Halen hails from the north mountains of Georgia. He is an entrepreneur extraordinare, and seeks his fortune from the great recesses of hollows, ridgelines, and valleys. His cunning and ingenuity have led to several inventions, patents, and miracle cures.

We need the Dan Halens of this world, but there aren't too many left.

Dan's latest enterprise is a complicated model of culinary design:

Ain't Nuthin' But A Wing has been a testing establishment for finer palates in the North Georgia community, and Dan has always endeavored to bring consistent quality night after night.

Recently, Dan had his chefs experiment with various ingredients in order to create something that blends the major themes of southern cuisine. He invented a chicken that grew dozens of extra wings across its body, and would spew draught beer and ranch dressing for dipping:

Distinguished patrons Early and Granny are lucky enough to give the new dish a sophisticated evaluation for an anxious Dan Halen. After close examination of the chicken's succulent juices, Early determines that the chicken doesn't produce draught beer when you suck from its orifices, but instead bloodclots. Dan responds that the dish hasn't been completely cleared for commercial use, yet. They're still working out the flaws.

But he has been upfront about the tumors:Placemats and crayons at every table in Ain't Nuthin' But A Wing

It is pioneers like Dan Halen that keep our country what it is: opportunity and freedom. Where else could a man of his stature, barely 3 ft 3 inches, make this much of a mark on the world?

Dining among the local upper crest of North Georgia, the town sheriff calls Dan over to his table. "Are these chicken penises I'm eating?" he asks, betraying a hint of uneasiness:

Dan shows a flash of weariness, answering yet another tedious question about a minor detail in his long day. "Do I know if these are chicken penises in your basket?" he repeats the sheriff's question.

"Indeed, if they are chicken penises, then no doubt they are the best chicken penises money can buy, Sheriff", an exhausted Dan returns. If only the public knew what kind of hoops a restaurant owner goes through to please his customers.

"Well I'm gonna tell you that you're gonna have to make some changes if you expect to stay open", says the sheriff:

Meanwhile in the back, Early's pubescent squid son, Rusty, prepares another batch of the exotic fowl:

Although a strict man with his money, Dan's generosity is felt throughout the company. Employees like Rusty are allowed to sample the cuisine for free, provided they have finished hosing down the cages for the day.

Potent as they are, the experimental wings produce a (?)hallucinatory vision for young Rusty:

A talking chipmunk appears, and addresses poor Rusty's dilema of whether these chickens can reproduce or not. Then a talking tree also appears, and begins to explain nature to young Rusty:

"All things reproduce, Rusty, just as Nature intended", the wise old tree said. "The birds do it":

"The bees do it", he continued:

"Your father does it, Rusty. That's how you got here", he said:

"And look here, Rusty", said the tree, as he ripped a piece of bark from his trunk:

"Two wood slugs are going at it", the tree says to Rusty. "Uh-oh...there seems to be a third one joining in! Things are getting kinda weird", he said:

From here, the story goes on a bit until its end.

The amazing spawn of life is helped along by the steadfast work of geniuses like Dan Halen. You can learn more about Dan Halen's contribution to the fabric of American society here. Squidbillies airs on Adult Swim, Cartoon Network on Sunday nights when in season, sometimes during the week around midnight.

When Obama Came To My Town in February 09

And even though I live here in this county where Barry toured, I wasn't able to join my fine brothers and sisters above. The joy was in my heart, the song was in my heart, but circumstances kept me close to home.

"What could keep away a person on such a magnificent day like this from seeing the 44th President Of The USA in your own home town?"

I was busy doing something to earn my living, despite being one of the casualties of the economic downturn:

before: after:
along with this:

Stimulus Package II Passes Senate, Dow Drops Dramatically

Cloward-Piven Strategy: The Lie We're Told As The Gas Seeps Through The Vents

Listen to this liar disguise the financial crisis we're in right now as a case of "What started on Wall St and ended up on Main St":


The part that should chill everyone is the language near the end, where this overeducated lawyer tries to tell us that he is willing to listen to the "other side", but he said that he won't go back to the same "failed theories" that got us here. This is after he performs yet another irrelevant argument, in the form of another straw man argument: He claims in this video above that the opposition (Republican Senators, Representatives) is only operating from a "basic idea that government has no business in the market." (after he mockingly chastised them for challenging the Almighty FDR, and whether or not the Depression lasted longer than any other depression. They are right, of course--the Depression lasted at least 8 more years than it should have because of the enourmous burden of creating massive federal agencies and peacemeal projects that didn't end anything but optimism.) But we know this isn't true. As you know, however, if you repeat a ridiculuous falsehood enough, the people will nod their heads and remain hypnotized if you're as charming as Barry.

This is the lie that will put most of us to sleep, and will then cause too many to grab their guns.

I have already outlined the connection to Obama and revolution in an earlier post. This entire stimulus package that the senate passed today, with the help of only 3 Republican senators, fits the necessary ingredients to put this plan into action.

Things are happening too fast for the average American to catch on. I do think that we have an inner goodness as Americans (charitable beyond any other people, etc), but I also think that there has been an infusion of third world people who not only bring their babies and habits, but they also bring their culture.

In most of the third world, (where more humans exist compared to our developed world) it is common to live in fear of roving militias, tribal gangs, drug lords and their guerillas, sherrifs, junta leaders, presidents, etc. They can prostrate themselves to a devil one minute, praising the ground he walks on, then when he leaves the village she's back to cowering in fear of him, fearful that one of his brownshirts may hear how much she really hates him.

You can see a woman like this in some tribe in Africa looking to appeal to the local ganglord:


Like the woman at the end of the video clip from this post. She was convinced of a deliberate attempt to keep from giving her a ticket to see Obama here in Ft Myers. After standing in a long, long line for hours like everyone in front of her did, she found the event sold out by the time she reached the window. She was not used to being told 'no' here in America. You can hear the angry surprise in her speech that she should be told that she can't get in.

She said she traveled all the way from Cape Coral. Do you know how far away that lady traveled? Cape Coral is the suberb next to Ft Myers. You are there within a mile and have reached it's end by fifteen miles.

We have too many embarrassing idiots like this kid to expect a better tomorrow. This kid has lots of enthusiasm, but unfortunately, it's the same kind you get from smoking crystal meth.

We are a beat people, I think. The onslaught has been too long. Too successful. The same people who would rather beg for their next meal than fight to the death for their freedom have won.

What you hear right now is a circus leader rousing a bunch of slavish peasants into a frenzy:


It was passed, and there was genuine relief in his eye when this clip ended. He's very happy to get this bill passed. The truth is, there has been massive calls and emails for the past four days to senators in protest of this bill, thanks mainly to conservative talk radio shows.



These brave souls above may be the Thomas Paine's of our times. If they face a silencing by way of the Fairness Doctrine, I wonder how far behind will be the pitchforks and torches. And guns.

Ft Myers Adores Obama

Obama Comes To Ft Myers, Florida

Click this picture to watch the Obama letdown.

It was announced on Friday that the Annointed One would grace our weary presence with an appearance on Tuesday, Feb 10th. As it happens, our county is distinct in the nation for having such a high unemployment rate, compounded by the real estate bust for the past 2 years.

He's coming here to hold a town hall meeting.

Already, this swell of excitement seems too precarious to hold. I mean, we didn't even hear about the O's tour coming to our humble enclave until three days ago, and the people are already starting to come down from their high. You can see it in this video.

At the beginning, there's a lot of frenzied, jubilant, excitement as they think that they are "a part of history" because Obama will breeze in to an orchestrated setting, listen to a few people complain, then breeze out.

Then, after a little effort and *gasp* work is involved (standing in line), the average Obamaniac looses steam and resorts to negativity when they reach the conclusion that they won't be able to be closer to the object of their hero-worship.

These people are always the loudest in a room, and the quickest to anger among us.

Yet the people need bread and circus, and this is the best we can expect from 40 years worth of public education. Watch these folks in the video. Hell, one of them doesn't even sound like she's legal, as she says that "it isn't fair that we didn't get our tickets and others in front of us did."

Yeah, right, Consuela. It's ALL a big conspiracy against you. We whites have a rigged system that makes you brown folks think you have a shot at equality, but we always take it away at the last second when it becomes your turn, right?

Typical of an Obama fan like her to display the classic Liberal whine that "it isn't fair".