Like the paycheck of most hard-working, tax paying Americans these days, my leisure time (read: writing time) seems to be shrinking equally fast. But being busy doesn’t mean I’ve not been paying attention to what is going on, and, of course, what is going on remains wickedly troubling.
President Obama and the Democratic Congressional majority are pushing forward untenable changes at an unprecedented pace and every day it becomes more and more clear to me that nothing good is going to come out the other end. How can it when such sweeping “change” comes at the expense of the law, as demonstrated in both the Chrysler bankruptcy and the recent firing of Inspector General Walpin for having the audacity to actually audit – and document the fraudulent use of taxpayer money – one of Obama’s friends? And it seems to me as if every time Obama opens his mouth, Kim Jong-il shows the world his opinion of our dialogue-mongering President and belligerently fires another missile; but with American journalists in the custody of North Korea, we are hard-pressed to negotiate with the madman at the helm.
But at which side of the table does the real madman sit? Interestingly, I came across an article that discussed whether Obama is, himself, also a madman.
Listen to him. He’s talking in what seems to be a glossolalic deluge of issues. One plan a week, each thrown out there while we’re still digesting the previous one. He’s moving too fast for us to keep up with him. He’s talking a private language, to himself, like crazy people do, because he certainly can’t be talking to us, his strange, atrophied people, our capacity for large projects and great achievement, let alone for the participation in enlightened self-government that such projects and achievements require, something safely kept reserved for HBO historical miniseries. The muscles have gone slack, the nerve endings gone dead. He’s talking about phantoms, about ghosts, about things that aren’t really there. He’s speaking in tongues is what he’s doing.
When you consider this perspective alongside Obama’s never-ending obsession with calling out those who don’t agree with him and his deliberate lack of transparency about things that matter, it seems as if perhaps someone has finally come out and stated the truth. To be sure, Barack Hussein Obama is no ordinary politician, let alone an ordinary American. A product of progressive liberalism before such a thing became popular, let alone mainstream, and raised among those who would turn America inside-out in pursuit of some deeply bitter and misguided sense of “justice”, even on the best of days Obama exhibits a decided lack of maturity. Rather like Peter Pan, he flits back and forth between the real world and Never-Never Land; deliberately unwilling to grow up but intrigued by the idea just the same. He may be master of the teleprompter and a master of self-control, but even the best of armor has cracks and it is through those cracks we may glimpse his rage at being unable to settle down on one side or the other.
Whether his rage is the source of what could be termed his functional insanity or is merely a symptom of it is moot. For regardless why it exists, that it exists at all it makes him a dangerous man. As dangerous as the Islamic extremists who target America with, frankly, more than a little similarity of intent.