PIED PRESIDENT?
Re: George Neumayr's Bitter
Pill:
As I read George Neumayr's excellent analysis in "Bitter Pill," I began to ponder the Obama campaign and was struck with an awareness of how much like the story of the Pied Piper of Hamlin it is.
You remember. The people of Hamlin are facing difficulties in their community -- economic and social -- by an unprecedented increase in the number of rats among them.
As the problem worsens, the Pied Piper comes to town, speaking
eloquently of hope and change, and campaigns to be elected to the
exalted position of "Savior of the Town," promising to rid them
of
all of their problems.
"Pied," in case you don't remember, means multicolored, allowing the people of Hamlin each to find his favorite color on the Piper and each to believe that the piper was there especially for him.
Well, the piper played his seductive tunes of hope and change and soon all of the rats were following him out of town toward and into the river.
Sadly, so, too, were all of the children of Hamlin.
The story ends with the duped citizens -- so full of the audacity of hope during the campaign -- now in the deepest despair as they watch their most precious resources -- and their future -- drown.
Change they wanted. Change they got.
-- A. C. Santore
Excellent article!
The Audacity of Hope is more than the Fatuity of Titles. It's really the narcissism of the hard left combined with phony racial grievance by well off affirmative action babies -- spoiled rotten and knowing they're guilty as hell. Hence the whining petulance. The only thing that separates Wright from Michelle and Barack is one generation.
But I'm emailing you about a story that has not yet been told: The bribing of black preachers like Wright by giving them "consultant fees" equal bribes equal votes. Anywhere else it would be a major scandal.
The only allusion to this phenomenon that I've seen was during the South Carolina primary where someone pointed out Obama had more money to "hire" black ministers as "consultants" than Hillary did.
There is a story here. Perhaps The Spectator can
uncover it.
-- Ed Willneff
The more I read about Obama, the more comparisons I draw. "I'm not askin' you to just believe in me...I'm asking you to believe in yourself." He is Merideth Wilson's Music Man without the charm. Recall the Music Man's con? He sold uniforms and instruments to eager mothers of kids with no music ability and exhorted them to "Think, men, think!" The Music Man couldn't teach the kids because he was not a musician, himself. His talent was conning. It worked in River City