Conservatives continue to astonish America with their highly variegated responses to Obama’s victory. Erick (the Red Vine) Erickson is calling for an intra-Movement massacre, a bloody purge that is destined to go down in history as “The Night of the Long Knives and the Short Bus.” David Brooks has contracted such an advanced case of Stockholm Syndrome that his mewling, mumbling renunciations of all previously held values and convictions evokes a Moscow Show Trial featuring the Muppets’ Swedish Chef. And Dick Morris was so bereft on Tuesday that shortly after midnight he broke into a spasm of sobbing so abrupt and violent that he aspirated a hooker’s foot.
But other conservative commentators aren’t in a mood to grieve, navel-gaze, or shave the heads of collaborators; some, like Kyle-Anne Shiver of Pajamas Media are just plain furious at nature’s nobleman, John McCain and his tendency to treat his debates with Senator Obama not as dirty street-fighting, but as acts of courtly love.
Honestly, if I should hear the word “gracious” applied to John McCain’s concession speech even one more time, I may throw the biggest hissy fit ever seen this side of the Mississippi.
In reality, however, it isn’t the concession speech that has me riled. It’s the unavoidable reality that Senator McCain attempted to be graciousness personified throughout his campaign.
If one thing about McCain’s performance in the 2008 presidential campaign is remembered, it will certainly be his graciousness. That, and his incessant booty calls on that plumber guy.
McCain has said plainly on more than one occasion that when he looks into Putin’s eyes, he sees KGB. McCain knows full well that Putin, in a suit playing friendly diplomatic statesman, is a front for an old KGB power-mad goon.
But somehow he couldn’t see that behind Obama’s equally friendly suit was a “thug” in “phat pants” who wore “bling” and carelessly “let the dogs out.”
John McCain understands the evil and the determination of our Islamo-fascist foes far, far, far, far better than Barack Obama. There is no doubt whatsoever about this.
Actually, I kind of doubt that third “far,” although I agree with the fourth one, but think you shouldn’t have italicized it.
John McCain has ferociously and often that when it comes to our war with Islamo-fascism, “we will never surrender. They will.” On the will and persistence which will be required to defeat these mullahs, intent on establishing their worldwide fascist caliphate, McCain obviously gets it. [...]
But he did underestimate the guile of Barack Obama.
It’s sort of like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, except this time we’re seeing Othello through Iago’s eyes: The story of a decent, hardworking white guy done in by a devious Moor.
My own opinion was formed over the past year as I looked at the man, Barack Hussein Obama, in public giving perfectly choreographed speeches with the aid of his teleprompter and professional speechwriters, while he fumbled and stumbled and misspoke and spoke inartfully every time he was without his props.
“Oh wait — no — sorry. I was thinking of Gallagher.”
My opinion only hardened every time I heard Obama inventing relatives out of whole cloth to add flourish to his carefully constructed, oh-so-American narrative.
Nothing more American than a cloth Granny. Mine’s made out of gingham.
Lies by any other name … still lies.
Now would be a good time to sign up for Kyle-Anne’s writing seminar: Using Punctuation To Create Suspense In Sentences That Would Otherwise Be Too Ungrammatical To Serve As Dialogue In A Charlie Chan Movie.
My opinion was gradually set in steel as I read and studied and pored over Obama’s own books.
And once Kyle-Anne’s opinions are set in steel, you can just forget dissuading her. She’s a woman of concretey resolve.
Barack Obama has lived 47 years. In all that time, he has presented himself in public as a multi-dimensional symbolic figure, self-anointed as far more special than any of his actual deeds have ever — even in a single instance — validated as reality. If ever there was a more enigmatic figure in American public life, I have yet to discover him.
The Hamburglar. He’s been in the public eye for 37 years, and we still don’t know his true identity!
And so, my own final judgment of this campaign is that John McCain’s failure to assess the depth of his opponent’s desire for power — power for its own sake — was his own fatal flaw.
And the moment of truth in this campaign:
When Larry King asked John McCain less than a week before the election whether he believed Barack Obama was a socialist, McCain firmly answered, “No.”
In fact, he should have said, “Verily, I do not know what Barack Obama is and neither does anyone else, except perhaps the man himself.”
McCain should also have appeared on Larry King in a slashed leather jerkin over a peascod-bellied doublet with ruff and pansied slops, but I guess he just wasn’t serious enough about winning.
To which McCain might have added for extra flourish — and perhaps hundreds of thousands of votes for himself: “If he walks like a socialist, and quacks like a socialist, then there is very good reason to assume that he is a socialist.”
Then, with a final flourish, McCain might have laid his hip cloak over a mud puddle and invited Larry to walk across it.
For this, one needs no education, but he does need a grain of common sense. Pure common sense —
– which can be deadly, but the street value is enormous!
…common sense not defiled by the ongoing, ubiquitous reeducation camp we euphemistically refer to as political correctness.
This is also known as being “cut” or “stepped on,” and in addition to political correctness, common sense is frequently diluted with mannitol or baby laxative.
John McCain, in this contest of your life, your own misplaced sense of graciousness defeated you. And I am truly saddened that we will never have the benefit of your service as our commander in chief.
That is settled; it is now history. What remains to be seen is what your own error will cost the American people, for whom you refused to be the Patton we needed.
We needed a warrior, not a wimp, and if you’d just waited until after the election to reveal you weren’t the warrior we needed, then we could have had you as our Wimp-in-Chief instead of That One. Thanks, John. Thanks a lot. Loser.
Wow. And I thought BUSH Derangement Syndrome was bad…
Left by JoeBuddha on November 10th, 2008