Obama devotees create a mythology for themselves — and toddlers.
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The Ultimate Boon
Here was a man who spoke of “hope” and “change,” whose strong words lifted up the downhearted people and made them believe that the world was not beyond repair.
And Son of Promise:
One sun-drenched day, as his wife Michelle stood by, Barack smiled on a sea of faces from Wichita to Waikiki. He saw whites and blacks, rich and poor, Christians and Muslims and Jews; he saw the ghosts of his parents, of Gramps and Toot, of Martin Luther King, Jr. and JFK. And on that special day Barack was the bridge that held them all together. “I want to be your president,” he said. “Can we make America better? Can we work together, as one?” With a single voice the crowd called out, “Yes! We can!”
YOU COULD NOT ASK FOR a more heroic portrayal than Homer’s of Achilles in The Iliad. Plato groused about it anyway. He thought Achilles’ mourning of fallen soldiers was undignified. The subjective becomes the unquestionable for the devotee of The Myth. As Edith Hamilton wrote in her classic survey Mythology, mankind’s “chief hope of escaping the wrath” of a divinity-imbued myth lay not in logic or empiricism, but “in some magical rite, senseless but powerful, or in some offering made at the cost of pain and grief.” These, frankly, will not be very useful tools for those of us looking to retain individual rights in the face of collectivist fervor.
It is no real surprise that immediately after passionately demanding societal subjugation to the official storyline, Plato’s very next proclamation is that for the “public good” — an appellation as subjective as it gets — “if anyone at all is to have the privilege of lying, the rulers of the State should be the persons.” (Side note: Republic does not deal directly with the relative merits of the Fairness Doctrine.) Once the head of state is presumed to transcend the temporal plane, the need-to-know of those populating the temporal plane is significantly reduced. The natural outcome of indoctrinating children in the mythology of presidential-candidate-as-supernatural-savior is to train them to believe wielding anything less than complete power becomes too ordinary, a life of little consequence.
At the end of Son of Promise a young boy growing up in — sigh, of course, tenement housing decides he, too, wants to be a transformational president. Is there nothing else worth seeking? Is the world now divided between cult-like worker bees attempting to elect a president and a queen bee or two actually becoming president?
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.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?
H/T to National Review Online