I remember how concerned and driven I felt during the last couple of months leading up to the 2008 election. I had become quite convinced that Obama was an opportunistic, lying, corrupt, far-left ideologue who would sacrifice his own grandmother (and did) for the sake of power.
I believed it would be devastating for the country if he were to be elected along with what promised to be a strongly Democratic House and Senate. There seemed no way to stop Congress from going that route, but up until the last month or so prior to the election I thought it was possible to stop Obama, because the polls were very close.
I felt I needed to do what I could. I’m only one person, but I can reach quite a few people through this blog. And I figured my readers would do their bit to spread the word, too. And then there were so many more in the blogosphere and the media doing the same thing, people with a lot more readers than I.
In my private life, I talked to those of my friends whom I judged to be at least somewhat on the fence and open to argument and information. I knew most people don’t spend the amount of time I do reading about these things, so I sent relevant links to certain open-minded friends who had said they wouldn’t mind receiving them.
And I talked. Politics and the candidates came up a lot in conversation back then (as opposed to now), and I would describe things Obama had done back in Chicago, as well as statements he’d made during the campaign that were troubling and extremist.
But I noticed that although people would usually listen politely, nothing seemed to reach them. There was always a “yes, but.” Yes, but he said such good things and seemed so trustworthy. Yes, but I didn’t have any proof that he really knew about (Ayers, Wright, fill in the blank). Yes, but Obama would raise our standing in the world. Yes, but McCain was too old. Yes, but it was time for a change.
So gradually, and with mounting concern, I realized that there was nothing I could do, especially after the well-timed financial crisis. By election day I had pretty much lost hope, although I tried not to be a complete downer on this blog—but the only hope I really retained was the hope that I’d been wrong about Obama, and that he would end up being the person my friends thought he was.
That hope could only be nurtured for the first month or two after the inauguration before it had to be thrown into the dustbin of history. And in fact, Obama has been even worse than I expected, more openly doctrinaire and less incremental, as well as more ruthless and unashamed in his Orwellian lies.
Now it’s too late to stop Obama from being elected, of course. But when I look back, I realize that it was always too late once Obama threw his hat into the ring (unless you go back decades, before the Gramscian march of leftism through the schools and the press). Maybe it’s just human nature, but whatever it was that Obama appealed to in supporters (gullibility? naive hope?) was too powerful and too widespread to be stopped, especially without the support of the MSM.
I have never before had the experience of watching a debacle unfold, reading and writing about it day by slow day, and feeling unable to stop it despite so much effort. But that’s the way it’s been for about a year and a half now. I don’t even get the satisfaction of saying “I told you so” to my friends, because they’re not paying attention at this point (or at least not talking about things). It is as though politics does not exist for them.
Now we must rely on that most unlikely of bulwarks against tyranny—the moderate Democrats in the House, and the creativity and spine of the remaining Republicans in the Senate—and the possibility of righting things in the elections of 2010 and 2012.