Call Me a Proud, Scared Conservative
Over at American Thinker, Kyle-Anne Shiver says that if Obama is elected President, “America as we now know it could completely cease to exist within a very short time under his leadership, especially with the bonus of a packed, liberal House and Senate. This is not an out-on-a-limb, slim possibility. It is, I believe, a strong probability.”
This is, of course, bad news for those of us who live in America, because we’re going to have to move, and after that re-fi we don’t have much equity left, so any country we could afford to buy probably won’t have the same amount of storage space, or covered parking, and might not take pets. Even worse, they’ve tightened up lending since that sub-prime fiasco, so we might not pass the credit check; but I suppose if worst came to worse we could always move back in with our parents, assuming Great Britain still has that daybed in the basement.
However, the prospect of Armageddon doesn’t seem to bother Kyle-Anne nearly as much as Obama’s insinuations that fear is a bad thing, because as Nietzsche said, “Whatever scares the crap out of you without actually posing a threat only makes you a stronger Republican.” And this is one woman who’s not about to give up her night-terrors and allow herself to be ground down into a bloody pulp by the Politics of Optimism.
This very positive force [fear] that innately urges all human beings to guard themselves from disasters, big and small, is one of the strongest protections we all have, and I’ll not give mine up just because some fancy-dancy, highfalutin “talker” comes along and tells me it’s a bad thing. And as far as I’m concerned, anyone who does bow to this Obama idiocy is fit for the loony bin and a tight-fitting straight jacket.
It’s a pity that it’s so difficult to involuntarily commit a person for psychiatric observation nowadays, because if you ask me, there’s way too many people capable of making rational risk assessments who are just allowed to freely walk the streets!
Well, to be honest, some of what scares me about Barry and Michelle Obama in the White House does, in fact, have a little to do with the grains of truth in that now infamous New Yorker cover, showing Obama in Muslim garb and Michelle as a black militant with a machine gun, and the American flag burning in a fireplace.
Ah, where to begin?
Well, I assume you act this way because of some childhood trauma, so let’s begin with your toilet-training…
Let’s start with the flag. Who would have ever suspected that Barack Obama holds America in less than perfectly high esteem, if he had not, in very fact, been so chummy all his years in Chicago with one of the most infamous, flag-burning, bomb-throwing, unrepentant domestic terrorists in United States history?
Ironically, they probably even exchanged pleasantries during one of those 4th of July block parties they’re so fond of in suburban Chicago, as Obama sneaked a quick cigarette and William Ayers tended to the plump, seditious brats roasting slowly over his flag-fired grill.
If Barack Obama has never been seen burning an American flag, he clearly doesn’t hold it against any of his companions, who most certainly have burned our flag and done just about everything else they could to destroy this Country.
So, if Barack Obama has so much difficulty understanding why an increasing number of Americans question his love for America, his patriotism, perhaps he should begin to question his own judgment when it comes to the company he keeps, instead of continuously questioning our judgment when we ask the questions.
I mean where exactly does this fancy-dancer get off?!
Then, there is the New Yorker’s portrayal of Michelle as a black militant, sporting an Afro and giving Barack the fist bump. [Insert long list of wingnut grievances that prove Michelle Obama is uppity] If all of these things do not imply a superiority to and condemnation of America, which have been the hallmarks of black militancy since the late 1960s, I simply do not know what would.
Yeah, that kind of thing would no doubt prove irritating if your preferred mode of contact with black people was limited to pancake syrup and curbside baggage Check-In. But still, it’s not really scary. Not really… Can’t you make the story scarier, Mommy?
The fist bump itself seems to be an adaptation of the Black Panther power salute, so prominent in the 60s and 70s.
“You want scary, you ungrateful little bastard? I’ll give you scary! Blacks have acquired stealth technology, and are now able to conceal their expressions of revolutionary zeal from the FBI by rotating their arms 90 degrees!”
It might appear completely innocuous to some, but to others…
…like, for instance, people who are very scared of the very scary Negroes…
…it is a memorable remnant of a very explosive and, for many, frightening period of American history. There are probably not too many Americans over the age of 50, who do not remember the black power moment at the Olympics of 1968 and the fear those raised fists could evoke in the shadow of American cities inflamed by riots and uncontrolled violence.
Michelle Obama did sit with her husband in Jeremiah Wright’s church for many years, listening unperturbed to racist diatribes aimed at every white-skin person in America.
Scary Negroes using the power of their Black Jesus to kill Whitey with their voodoo incantations!… Quick! — Update the National Threat Assessment to PITCH!
If I had sat listening to the rants of a David Duke for years on end and then gave my husband some form of the Nazi salute in public…
…we’d call it “Wednesday.”
There may be only a tiny grain of truth to the black militant image of Michelle Obama on the New Yorker cover, but even a tiny grain may be too much for some. Now to the Muslim garb, worn by Barack Obama on the New Yorker cover. As even the New York Times has pointed out, whether Barack Obama has ever actually been a practicing Muslim, is of no real concern to us, as Americans. If he was, then it was under the authority of his parents, while living in a Muslim country, Indonesia, as a child.
Well, it wasn’t actually the Times, as it wasn’t an editorial, it was a highly arguable Opinion piece by Edward Luttwack, but it finally proves enough to get Kyle-Anne’s feargasm going before the batteries run out and the puffiness and chaffing set in.
Because “[a]s the son of the Muslim father, Senator Obama was born a Muslim under Muslim law as it is universally understood. It makes no difference that, as Senator Obama has written, his father said he renounced his religion. Likewise, under Muslim law based on the Koran his mother’s Christian background is irrelevant.”
And, as the same editorial goes on to confirm, this undeniable fact of Obama’s birth religion, as seen by Islamists, does have a bearing, however slight, on this election, simply because we are still at war with Islamic terrorists around the globe.
So it would be like electing Hitler president of the United States in 1944. And if Obama does become president, that means that America instantly becomes a Muslim nation, according to Sharia. But then we’d have to have another election to choose if we’re going to be Sunni or Shia. And since both sides have money, this means weeks of Sunday morning talking heads dithering and fancy-dancing on camera as they struggle to decide which party is the most Suck-Upable.
Satire, like the New Yorker cover, can indeed be a powerful purveyor of ideas, and while the editors say they were intending to ridicule the unfounded fears of conservatives, it would seem to me, that all they have really done is add significant weight to the very grains of truth they have now highlighted for nearly every voter in the entire Country.
Except for those voters who have just returned from a day at the beach, because there’s a good chance those grains are just sand caught in the elastic band of your underpants.
That’s some funny shit.
Left by Me on July 18th, 2008