Now, in the wake of the second Democratic debate, we know the candidates, and a pretty rum lot they are. Ignoring the terminally nondescript, we have a flailing frat boy Goofball, a goggle-eyed loser at the end of the bar muttering about his testosterone, and an insufferably self-important and single-minded climber, happy to jettison her Brahmin mother and mixed-race Jamaican Ph.D. father in pursuit of being credentialed by Al Sharpton as authentically black enough to satisfy a relentless passion to rule. Then there is prickly Grandma Sara Turner, to whom Josie Wales was “nothing but a cold-blooded killer from Missouri,” where, presumably like bankers and pharmaceutical executives, “they’re all known to be killers of innocent men, women and children.” Finally, there are two doddering geezers, one whose taut, hyper-Botoxed face is as featureless as his convictions, and the other who should be cast as Jack Klugman’s permanently angry character in the Netflix revival Quincy ME — The Final Years.
Little and silly people all, and yet they aspire to what they mistake as greatness but is really nothing more than shameless ambition animated by envy and anger — what in civilized media circles has been more prettily diagnosed as “Like, what the hell, people?”
Of course, one key consequence of the mostly awful second primary debate has been the call from Obama loyalists and their media running dogs to abandon immediately the widespread lèse-majesté that until recently would have prompted turning out the Revolutionary Guards in the Democratic Holy City of Detroit. For the remaining faithful like Michael Moore, who pray for Madame Obama to pop out of a hot tub in Hollywood Hills, like the Twelfth Imam, to save the Democrats in 2020, the widespread dissing of Ozymandias Hussein Obama is very unsettling. Poor Michael Moore — think what you will, but he actually seems to care about progressive ideology. How devastating it would be for him if in the next debate a moderator were to ask the candidates to raise their hands if they are willing to step aside for Michelle Obama for the good of country and party, and no hand goes up.
For those like Mr. Moore who would be mystified that none of the contenders was willing to anoint a political sidekick whose most recent professional experience was making big money in a low-show job coordinating something or other at the University of Chicago hospitals to unseat a political novice who has had real jobs involving giving a lot of other people real jobs and providing valued products and services, let me explain. Or, more accurately, let these headlines explain:
- The Obamas Are Having a Seriously Luxurious Family Vacation
- How to Do Italy Like Oprah and the Obamas: From private tours of the Sistine Chapel to sailing the Amalfi Coast, a luxury concierge service crafts exclusive experiences
- Obama Continues His Post-Presidential Vacation Extravaganza
- President Obama Will Headline the Davos of Travel Next Month in Spain
- Michelle Obama Rents Luxurious Hollywood Hills Home
- Barack Obama Took a Vacation Photo of Michelle and the Internet Loves It: ”… It’s a familiar scene to anyone who’s ever gone on vacation with their significant other, until you learn the ‘boat’ is a 454-foot yacht belonging to billionaire David Geffen, and that Bruce Springsteen, Patti Scialfa, Tom Hanks, Rita Wilson and possibly Oprah were also on board….”
Capische? David Axelrod and Rahm Emmanuel notwithstanding, the Obamas have become what the no-account graceless Democratic quiz show contestants simultaneously hate and aspire to: just more rich celebrities following Max Bialystok’s advice: “That’s it, baby, when you’ve got it, flaunt it, flaunt it!!” In flaunting it they have diminished themselves. And the fact that their envied lifestyle was either subsidized directly or at least made possible by Americans foolish enough to vote for the 44th president of the United States further confirms the progressives’ suspicion that no prosperity comes honestly.
By cavorting as he has been, to the detriment of his moral authority as titular party leader, Barack Obama has confirmed earlier suspicions about his fundamentally narcissistic nature. Obama’s storied “cool” may have in retirement grown to the point of losing him the political heft required to rescue his legacy amid the clown-car demolition derby that the primaries have become.
No, Michelle can’t save the Democrats now, and besides she’s having too good a time to bother.
…And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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