It all started with a seemingly innocuous goof-up.
On January 20th, 2009, overseeing the historic (some would say hysteric) inaugural of Barack Hussein Obama as the first-ever African-American president of the United States, Chief Justice John Roberts got more than a little tongue-tied while administering the oath of office, making rather a hash of the whole thing. Fortunately, the newly-anointed Great Black Hope seemingly knew the oath by heart and was able to helpfully prompt the hapless whitey.
Legal scholars, well-versed in the gnat-straining that has made their craft the glory of the ages, fretted that such a verbal hiccup might very well constitute an impropriety. To quell these fears, Obama agreed to a second swearing-in ceremony to be performed away from prying eyes in the basement of the White House, with only a handful of photographers to capture the moment of this technicality for the archives.
Well, didn’t conspiracy theorists have a conniption over that, just? They claimed that this second avowal usurped the first one, and was rendered sinister by its absence of a Bible to swear upon, as well as being presided over by a prominently-placed portrait of Freemason Benjamin Henry Latrobe, the designer of the Capitol building. They portended a grim autocracy on the horizon. Absolutely ridiculous speculation, of course. How could anyone possibly exceed George W. Bush in imperial malfeasance?
Cut to eight years later. On January 4th, 2017, desperate for one last laurel that would prove the definitive proof as to his inherent indispensability, Obama participated in a charade of accepting a spontaneously-offered Department of Defense medal for distinguished public service from sycophant Ash Carter. No one who observed Obama’s mania for self-aggrandizement during his entire presidential tenure had any doubt that this was in reality a decoration he was presenting to himself.
Huh. Guess the conspiracy ‘theorists’ turned out to be prophetic. Who could ever have imagined?
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In hindsight, it’s not difficult to understand why Obama became the forty-fourth president. Kinists’ attitude towards that milestone has long been one of resigned rather than outraged disgust, albeit a disgust no less intense for its lack of surprise. After eight years of the crony capitalism, hyper-Zionism, job outsourcing, and empire over-extension of George W. Bush, even the reddest of red-staters had about had a bellyful of a ‘conservatism’ that would have made Louis XIV blanch for the costs it entailed. With the economy teetering on the brink of a precipice due to the popping of the housing bubble and the resultant bankster plunder of the Treasury, white working Joes were certainly in the mood for some serious hope and change. If the change agent just happened to be black, so much the better! This wasn’t circa 1962 Meridian, Mississippi, after all. Doubtless these selfsame Joes also had many fond memories of their days working on the Toyota assembly line with Lamont, who was pretty much a screw-up but told lots of funny stories in an authentic dialect, which helped Obama’s relatability factor greatly. He was ‘articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy’, in Joe Biden’s memorable phraseology, causing white women and homosexuals to fall in love with him en masse. Perhaps most important, he wasn’t a Bush, and in those desperate days anyone not even remotely related to that disreputable clan had a fair shot at winning the prize. Buoyed by the clarion call ‘Why the hell not?’, and aided by a record-setting black voter turnout, progressive whites eagerly handed this grown-up Cosby kid a four-year mandate.
Oh, how the world rejoiced over this grandiloquent cultural Marxist milestone! Martin Luther King’s dream had been achieved, the Freedom Marchers’ deaths and/or gas, food, and hotel expenses had not been in vain, America was fundamentally transformed, and the process of a sketchily defined but nevertheless deeply therapeutic ‘healing’ of American society could now begin.
Almost immediately afterwards, though, a strange trend began to develop. After the great gust of verbal flatulence extolling this Hamitic triumph, a tacit understanding developed among mainstream media outlets never to refer to the President’s race overtly ever again, unless in stern incredulous response to an insensitive remark voiced by a societal outlier, whether it was an alternative news site or a non-supportive performance enacted at a rodeo in Missouri. This is akin to Joel McDurmon loudly affirming that under Christ race does not exist, then changing course to argue over the need for reparation payments to atone for racial inequities. This shameless double standard has continued to such an extent that mainstream media outlets (with a straight face, yet!) have insisted that Donald Trump’s electoral success was due in large part to his appeal among blue-collar whites being nearly identical to that of Obama’s eight years previously. The hypothesis that perhaps an aggressive white candidate addressing white working class interests resulted in a wave of unprivileged white support his way, while black voters stayed home in droves due to Hillary apathy, was not allowed serious consideration during CNN’s prime time slots.
Be that as it may, from his inaugural onward, Obama was presented to the electorate as just a regular guy. Just your typical Hawaiian-born (snicker) and Indonesian-raised half-caste from a broken home, who after a troubled youth magically attended Harvard law school, organized the entirety of the Chicago left, wrote a diabetes-inducing memoir about his father’s dreams, got elected to the Senate, delivered a pimpin’ speech as a freshman senator at the 2004 Democratic convention, and was in the White House four years later on the basis of that landmark bit of oratory. You know, the American experience. Real Horatio Alger stuff, Alger’s pederast tendencies notwithstanding.
Indeed, he was such a regular guy that he initially didn’t even try to improve on the economic policies of his also-regular guy predecessor. His initial executive triumphs were a continuation of Bush’s corporate welfare worldview: the signing into law of a nearly $800 billion economic stimulus package and a second bailout of hemorrhaging automakers General Motors and Chrysler. Later on, he would endorse the zero-interest rate policies of Federal Reserve chairmen Ben Bernanke and Janet Yellen, the better to bolster Bush’s bailout of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac and to ensure that blacks would be able to pretend to purchase manors in white suburbia with the proceeds of yesterday’s crack sale as a down payment. This gladdened the heart of Treasury secretary Timothy Geithner, whose alma mater Goldman Sachs would prove to be one of the primary beneficiaries of Obama’s munificence. That worthy bank, of course, would prove to be amply represented throughout Obama’s two terms, with Rahm Emanuel, Peter Orszag, Gene Sperling, and Geithner’s replacement Jacob Lew, among many others, having been on its payroll at one time or another. This, too, would be a reaffirmation of Bushonomics under the tutelage of Goldman Sachs alumnus Hank Paulsen, and would perhaps portend what is to come from Trumponomics under the tutelage of Goldman Sachs alumni Steven Mnuchin. Stock markets would eventually come to appreciate such latent Noahide stability and, after an initial period of hiccuping, would reward Obama with generally positive performances. The black president’s administration was developing a notoriously kosher tincture.
Geithner wasn’t the only malefactor in that initial Obama cabinet, of course. There was the Jabberwock herself, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, siphoning stolen Libyan oil revenues and profits from sales of arms to ISIS into her foundation’s coffers and gleefully reveling in the return of her dynasty to power after an eight-year hiatus where it was the Bush dynasty’s turn for racketeering. There was former Black Panther Eric Holder, the Attorney General, whose mousy puppy-eyed demeanor was the perfect antithesis to Obama’s sunny grinning death mask – the credulous could easily have mistaken him for being the Samwise to Obama’s Frodo. What better disguise for him to engage in an orgy of Fast and Furious gunrunning to Mexican drug cartels, black-supremacist downplaying of African atrocities (including the notorious knockout game), targeting of American citizens for assassination, covering the posteriors of rogue bankers and IRS agents, and a myriad of other scandals? There was Homeland Security Secretary Janet Napolitano, who bore a striking resemblance to her non-relation Andrew Napolitano. She did her part in fighting climate change by creating a TSA regime of minimum-wage thugs harassing (and sometimes sexually assaulting) white grandmothers that proved so odious no one in their right mind would ever consider boarding a plane again for any reason. Problem solved. There was neocon Bush holdover Robert Gates in Defense, continuing that regime’s profitable Iraqi and Afghan war atrocities – it may have been the Clintons’ turn in the driver’s seat, but Daddy HW still required his cut. Talk about a Medici/Borgia relationship between these two families. There was Health Secretary Kathleen Sebeluis, who couldn’t decide if she loved aborting children or inoculating children with poison more. There was Transportation Secretary Ray LaHood, who was a white guy. What mattered a little larceny from this motley crew, considering it was the most multicultural and multisexual administration in US history – a staggering 53.5% of cabinet-level positions requiring senatorial confirmation being occupied by ethnics, women, and ethnic women? Only knuckle-dragging berserkers like Roy Moore were calling for a return to the Mosaic law, after all! It was far more preferable to live under the law of the mosaic.
With the greatest change agency ever assembled under one roof at his disposal, it would obviously not do for Obama to work within the established Bush way of doing things in order to vaporize the last vestiges of European Christianity within the Republic, though. That might be well for social democratic Fabians, but Barry was always more inclined towards the zesty wreckage of Bill Ayers, Saul Alinsky, Angela Davis, and his own poppa and Communist miscegenating mama. On such a venerable foundation he concocted his masterpiece: Obamacare, the national health insurance Ponzi scheme that generations of white Malthusians from Franklin Roosevelt to Earl Browder had tried and failed to get implemented. Oh, the praises that were offered its way by federally-administered sites:
Large employers must offer coverage to full-time workers by 2015/2016!!!
No annual or lifetime limits on healthcare!!!
All major medical insurance is guaranteed issue, meaning you can’t be denied coverage for any reason!!!
You can’t be charged more based on health status or gender!!!
Young Adults can stay on their parent’s plan until 26!!!
A large improvement to women’s health services, including many new free preventive treatments and screenings!!!
New rules and regulations ensure that all major medical plans provide a minimum actuarial value and have a maximum out-of-pocket cost no more than $6,600 for an individual and $13,200 for a family for 2015!!! This is revised each year!!!
All grandiose claims, and all were proven to have as much basis in reality as Piltdown Man. It turned out that the price for universal comprehensive health coverage for all was a trebling or even quadrupling of the average premium rate. It turned out it was cheaper to pay the penalty for refusing to get coverage than to pay for the coverage itself. It turned out that, due to the skyrocketing costs for care, more and more insurance companies were opting out of the system altogether, putting the lie to Obama’s claim that if you liked your insurer, you could keep it. It turned out not to cover the cost of prescription drugs. It turned out to be a slayer of the few benefits left to be had in the general workplace. It turned out to be a white elephant completely unsustainable after only a few years of implementation. But hey – if you were a black gangsta prone to accidental self-inflicted gunshot wounds, or a sodomite insistent on receiving AIDS treatment at Johns Hopkins in the springtime when the cherry blossoms are in bloom, the Affordable Care Act worked just fine for you! Little wonder these and like niche markets are the ones clamouring the loudest for retaining the system as is. The revolution will not be televised. It will be medicated.
Obama was able to fill two Supreme Court vacancies during his first term. Fortunate for him, because with the Frankenstein monster of a society he was eager to bring into being, he couldn’t even chance two very liberal nominal Republicans like Souter and Stevens going along with him. Hence, we were first blessed with Sonia Sotomayor, the first Hispanic SCOTUS justice, who is best known for her claim that if the courts were stacked with ‘wise Latinas’ like herself inequalities would disappear forever. Next came Elena Kagan, the first lesbian Fred Flintstone-lookalike SCOTUS justice, who is best known for her boast that good Jews like herself celebrate Christmas by going out for Chinese food. (Does that make her a Covenanter?) Both had faces that could stop Big Ben, so their feminist credentials were impeccable. Obama’s legal base, as best he was able for the time being, had been secured.
On the foreign policy front, Obama’s first term was marked by a deescalation of the profiteering war in Iraq so that the escalation of the profiteering war in Afghanistan might not be hindered. Troops on the ground in the latter conflict hit 97,000 in 2011 – an all-time high. Replacements in Iraq consisted mainly of CIA and Mossad spooks training a new group of radical Islamic useful idiots, since the whole ‘al-Qaeda’ act had just about run its course. 2011, indeed, would prove to be a very big year for Obama foreign-wise. On May 1st came the spectacular news: Navy SEAL Team Six had raided the recently-discovered hidey-hole of World Bogeyman Osama bin Laden and killed him!! Or…so said the official story, anyway, bolstered by a soon-to-be famous photo of Obama, Biden, Hillary, Gates, et al. intensely watching a television screen. Nagging little questions kept surfacing, though, such as why bin Laden’s death from non-combat causes had been reported by reputable outlets in 2001, why bin Laden’s body was bizarrely buried at sea mere hours after the raid, why members of the Seal raid mysteriously kept turning up dead as time progressed, etc. No matter. A brief patriotic fart enveloped the homefront, with hillbillies zipping around on flag-draped ATVs firing their pistols off like Bat Masterson and lunkheads singing the satirical ‘America F*** Yeah’ song in earnest during mass gatherings. All this must have acted as a balm to the thin hide of a president who was increasingly alienating himself from working class whites.
During that same period, the Arab Spring was in full flower. Supposedly a spontaneous uprising of beleaguered Semites from Morocco to Syria mad as hell and not going to take it anymore from their dictatorial overlords, its ‘freedom and democracy’ punch was somewhat pulled when it was revealed that the leaders of the various uprisings had been trained Stateside by various publicly funded neoconservative NGOs. Still, in its bid to make the Middle East easy pickings for Israel, it was able to depose Hosni Mubarak in Egypt, and then moved on to the big prize: Libya’s Muammar Gaddafi, an unapologetic nationalist and the longest serving head of state in the Arabic world, beginning his forty-second year of power in 2011. Here was a chance for Obama to nab a goodly portion of Libya’s oil revenues, even if it did mean having to share the plunder with coalition partners Britain and France. By September, the government of Gaddafi had been replaced with a UN-mandated puppet regime, Gaddafi himself was executed in October, and Obama’s unearned reputation as a world statesman was ensured, with his two cheerleaders David Cameron of the UK and Francois Hollande of France competing to extol him the most. Two factions he did not succeed in wooing over, alas: Israel, who throughout Obama’s presidency found the wars he started on their behalf too middling to be of much use, and a certain ascendant Vladimir Putin of Russia, who acceded to the results of the civil war but made it plain that further adventurism on the part of the American Moor would no longer be tolerated. More on that later.
A year after the Libyan war had ‘ended’, of course, another ‘spontaneous’ outbreak of insurgent militancy in Benghazi would lead to the death of U.S. ambassador Chris Stevens and three others within the grounds of the diplomatic compound. As it became evident that Madame Secretary of State bore more than a little culpability in this tragedy – not in the least because she thought allowing a mom-and-pop ISP on the banks of the Platte River to handle classified emails archiving her actions during the fiasco was just ducky – her already besmirched reputation would receive a further blow that would prove mortal during her later abortive presidential run. But as Obama cannot be said to have ever been bosom buddies with the Clinton cartel, I would imagine that to be the very least among his post-presidential concerns.
Thus the major policy initiatives during the first term of this affable African from the mean streets of Chicago by way of Honolulu and Jakarta. But what of the man himself? What leadership qualities did he possess?
Well, he was ‘chill’, to use the parlance of those aforementioned mean streets. And I mean really chill: very early on, he developed notoriety for the sheer number and inordinate length of the vacations he took with his family, and the opulence to which they believed they were entitled on these getaways. Perhaps he reasoned that, with so much tumult and discord building up back home over chronic unemployment and racial tensions threatening to boil over into civil war, for the American melting pot to see their Chief Executive livin’ da dream would restore confidence in the state of the union. If so, he was even stupider than he looked. When not off on a jaunt, he was apt to be spotted playing golf or watching basketball. Given this track record, perhaps his later designation of Americans as ‘lazy’ during a Laotian vacation…um, summit, that is – could be described as the pot calling the kettle black, except that would be racist.
Past sloth, perhaps his most outstanding characteristic was his truculence. It’s hard to imagine another chief executive ever hectoring those with successful businesses that ‘you didn’t build that’, and that some dedicated teacher no doubt immersed in Common Core hogwash was required to help with their cost-benefit analyses. Or that same executive jeering at those who choose to abide in smaller hamlets ‘clinging to their guns and their religion’ – obviously, here was one Democrat that wouldn’t even pay lip service towards bringing the South back into the fold. His fawning apologetics toward Islam are too numerous to mention, yet he would get irate over persistent rumors that he himself was a closet Mohammedan. His hatred towards white Christian culture was boundless, as was his resentment that he himself could never be a full partaker of its benefits.
And his wife. Oh my good word, his wife. Michelle almost succeeded in making Barack look like a racial moderate. She felt compelled to lecture hapless rednecks (and even more so their children) about their abominable dietary habits, their disgusting smoking habits, their barbaric attitudes towards female empowerment, their unenlightened attitudes toward sodomite-friendly entertainment, and it goes without saying, their latent and incurable racism. But then, what can one expect from a woman who got into Princeton based on the recommendation of her influential brother, and then once there had the temerity to avow, “The bottom line is that white students on this campus are racist, but they may not realize it,” as though she’d earned the right to voice an opinion there? She and fellow bomb-thrower Barack made for an ideal couple, if one discounts the curiously credible stories insisting that ‘she’ is transgendered. But then, given long-standing rumors of Barack’s involvement with both Larry Sinclair and Reggie Love, perhaps it’s a match made in Hades after all. As for their (?) two daughters Sasha and Malia, not much can be said. They were there primarily as window dressing and to go through nonsensical publicity stunts like landing a photo-op summer job to prove how much they dig the white devils’ middle-class ethos. Give them both another decade when, fresh out of Georgetown with degrees in queer law, they will begin their hallowed political careers.
None of this mattered. An egalitarian nation, indeed a whole world, chose to behold a false idol of ethereal ‘hope and change’. And they bestowed laurels aplenty upon this tawny Baal. Not even a year into his first term, the Nobel committee saw fit to award Obama its Peace Prize in October of 2009 – more for his just showing up and for his erroneous Oprah-worthy story of maudlin ‘redemption’ than for anything concrete. Whether the committee felt a twinge of remorse over their hasty decision after learning of, say, Obama’s love affair with drone strikes against non-combatants in Pakistan, has not been recorded. Also, in 2010, midway through his first term, a consortium of presidential scholars (who better to understand thoroughly how the world operates?) rashly picked Obama as the 15th greatest president of all time, in large part because they found him as articulate and clean as Biden had. Later, grudgingly conceding that he had not led the nation to attainment of enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, historians downgraded him to 18th greatest ever five years later. Still, his place of honor among the top half of executives had been preserved, and it seems likely nothing will downgrade him further as long as our universities remain unregenerate.
Second Term
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