The second was his tagline, “We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.” In an audience of unbeguiled people of normal intelligence this would occasion each person to turn to his fellow with a “WTF?” expression. “We are the ones we’ve been waiting for??” We’ve been waiting … for ourselves? Huh? That doesn’t even make sense.

Occam, it was very appropriate for you to include both the “oceans receding” and “we are the ones” passages for their overweening chutzpah. In addition, the two passages are connected, via Alice Walker. When ∅bama said “We are the ones we have been waiting for,” he was making a literary allusion to a book of essays by Alice Walker titled We Are The Ones We Have Been Waiting For. A blurb about the book from her website reminds us of The Won.

We are the ones we have been waiting for, Walker says, because we live in an age in which we are able to see and understand our own predicament. With so much greater awareness than our ancestors — and with with such capacity for insight, knowledge, and empathy —we are uniquely prepared to create positive change within ourselves and our world.

In these wise and compassionate personal and political ruminations, Walker considers some of the greatest challenges of our times — ending war, healing the bitter scars of racism and oppression, defending the rights of women, and protecting our fragile ecosystem — and shares her understanding of both the challenges ahead and how all of us can find the inner strength to face them.

Compare this to ∅bama’s “oceans receding” speech.

I am absolutely certain that generations from now, we will be able to look back and tell our children that this was the moment when we began to provide care for the sick and good jobs to the jobless; this was the moment when the rise of the oceans began to slow and our planet began to heal; this was the moment when we ended a war and secured our nation and restored our image as the last, best hope on Earth

Note that both Alice Walker in her blurb and ∅bama in his “oceans receding” speech make references to the environment and to ending war. Walker makes explicit references to racism, oppression, and women, which ∅bama does not. ∅bama makes explicit references to jobs and medical care, which Walker does not.

The similarities and differences in their wish lists are united by the assumption that not only is the likes of Alice and ∅bama are THE ONES who will bring us heaven on earth, but their acolytes are also THE ONES who will bring us heaven on earth. It is as if ∅bama had read Alice Walker’s essays and said, “Yes. I am THE WON who will do all that. I am THE WON you all have been waiting for.” Her book was published in 2006, two years before ∅bama’s speech, which settles the question: who was copying whom?

Alice Walker married a Caucasian. Obama is the product of an interracial marriage. A more important point in common is that modesty is unbecoming to both of them.

The Left are already doing so on a local scale.

But many still advocate peace and upholding the Constitutional order. They will only be convinced if the Left over steps their side of things, believing that enough people have been cowled by weak Union thugs.

“I like being President. And it turns out I’m pretty good at it.”

That was a classic, but my two favorites were from the campaign. The first is his reference to his campaign as “the moment when the rise of the oceans began to slow and our planet began to heal.” When no laughed, I knew we were in trouble.

The second was his tagline, “We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.” In an audience of unbeguiled people of normal intelligence this would occasion each person to turn to his fellow with a “WTF?” expression. “We are the ones we’ve been waiting for??” We’ve been waiting … for ourselves? Huh? That doesn’t even make sense.

I’ll discreetly elide the fawning masses giving Obama the emesis-inducing “O” salute. That was profoundly creepy.

Great post!

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/post-partisan/post/its-no-longer-obama-land-in-the-hamptons/2011/09/06/gIQAoJWS6J_blog.html#pagebreak

Whats got into the post lately?????

Gag. Fake and tacky.

“I see by the headlines this morning that the President gave a prime-time speech on TV last night . . . gee, like that hasn’t happened lately? Or what seems like every week since a year ago January. Vacation, speech, vacation speech, party at the WH, speech, vacation, trip to someplace or other, speech, vacation . . . It’s a grueling schedule, people — I for one, can barely keep up with it. Nor can I listen to the sound of that sonorous, empty-content equivalent of political cotton-candy for another minute; so thanks — I’ll just do a quick scan of the transcript . . . oh, like cotton candy, it shrivels down to a couple of teaspoons of sugar syrup, once all the hot air has been excised.

Looks like it went over like the proverbial lead balloon; kind of the cherry on the top of the bitter sundae of disappointment with our president among those who were stumbling in a golden haze of worship and adoration a bare eighteen months ago; yes, I am have been detecting the stirrings of disaffection and careful distancing of themselves from the shadow of the Glorious One — especially among the punditocracy, who were so quick to go down on their knees so many months ago. Talk about wailing and lamentations — I might have to get some earplugs soon, if creatures like Maureen Dowd, Peggy Noonan and Jon Stewart get any shriller. Over at my digs on Open Salon, the murmurings among the up-to-know obedient faithful are still as a gentle surf: they are bewildered, not quite openly rebellious yet. (And too damn many of them are still using the t******er slur . . . oh, Carrie Fisher? You are dead to me now. Never shall I spend money on one of your books or movies again.) Where was I — oh, enjoying a quiet romp through the meadows of schadenfreude, and biting back my impulse to snarl at the poor bewildered lefty darlings to grow a pair, or a spine, and ask them — well, what did you expect, you idiots?

Yes, what did you expect, supporting and voting into the highest office in the land, a charming and well-spoken cipher, with a resume of real accomplishment thinner than Callista Flockhart’s thighs, a jet-propelled affirmative action fast-burner shooting up the ladder so fast that all negative fall-out was left far, far behind, who never held a meaningful job in an industry, a small business, or in the military, a man with a lot of rather embarrassing friends and connections, a hollow man from the bowels of the Chicago political machine — than which there is none in the land possibly more corrupt or unaccountable – with no real and perceptible managerial talent, who can’t speak off-the-cuff and off-the-teleprompter in any coherent fashion . . . yes, what did you $#&$king well expect? I won’t even go into the list of the One’s other incompetencies, it’s too &$@king depressing.

I perceive though, that many who were only too happy to support him back then are now very, very sorry. I perceive also that many of us be sorrier still, in the very near future, so for those who went all starry-eyed over the One Who Some Of You Were Waiting For, I have a request. Apologize, publicly, abjectly and without reservation, for your part in having landed us with this malevolent fool. Wear sackcloth and ashes, stand in the marketplace for a day — and if you were a prominent pundit, a Hollywood personality or news-reporting professional (or any combination — it gets hard to tell, sometimes) who went all ga-ga for the O-man, then I suggest that a spot of hari-kiri would not be out of place, either. Perhaps you can expiate some of your guilt by driving a tanker truck full of dish detergent down to the Gulf Coast and spending the next few months de-oiling sea birds. I don’t care — just stay out of politics, away from the microphone and out of the voting booth for the near future, since you have demonstrated yourself to be too #$&%king gullible to have any civic responsibility expected of you.

Thank you for your kind indulgence – this was one of my finer rants.