Obama devotees create a mythology for themselves — and toddlers.
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The Call to Adventure
Son of Promise tells us of Barry’s adventures in the “wonderland” of Indonesia, where he “caught crickets, flew kites, and joyed in the jungle at the edge of his new home — a perfect paradise until the sight of beggars broke his heart.” Like Perseus, Jason and every last Argonaut before him, child Obama glimpses his own righteous destiny in this unremarkable experience: “Barry started to wonder, Will I ever be able to help people like these? Hope hummed deep inside of him. Someday, son. Someday.”
Refusal of the Call
Here, for fairly obvious reasons, neither author goes into pot, booze, or “maybe a little blow when you could afford it,” even if, “not smack, though,” might be a worthwhile message for today’s whippersnappers who aspire to master the ocean tides.
The capitalized, personified Hope in Son of Promise may have only “hummed deep inside” Obama in Indonesia, but it becomes more vocal:
When Barack wasn’t studying he liked to jog along the Hudson River. He couldn’t help but notice the river of hurt and hate and history that separated blacks and whites. Being both, he could not take sides. Don’t worry, said Hope. I will be your bridge. In time you will be the bridge for others.
That’s right, kids, delusions of grandeur are totally cool if the voices in your head sign off on them. (Also, don’t let anyone tell you jogging alongside a river of hurt and hate and history isn’t a relaxing and invigorating study break…?) So, where does one go to learn to be a bridge? Why, Trinity Church in Chicago, of course. Grimes, again:
When his classes came to an end, he raced to Chicago to join hands with the church, to learn new lessons: Not how to be black or white, but how to be a healer, how to change things, how to make a difference in the world.
Other lessons under the venerable Rev. Wright: The “United States of KKK” invention of AIDS “as a means of genocide against people of color”; Bill Clinton “Riding Dirty,” i.e. doing blacks “just like he did Monica Lewinsky”; and Racism 101—”how this country was founded and how this country is still run.” None of these topics made the kiddie-book cut, but you can imagine how tough this stuff would be to illustrate for four year-olds.
BARACK also has a page devoted to Trinity:
[T]here, swept up in the waves of their singing, with tears on his cheeks, [Obama] knew why he was there. He knew who he was and he knew where he belonged.
Right, right: He was there for political capital and street cred, and he belonged there until it became a drag on his presidential campaign. Talking prescient Indonesian cricket or no, Barack knows these things.
The Crossing of the First Threshold
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
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Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?