Barry Soetoro clearly is no fool and he pursues with much cunningness his designs – yet there is a curious component in his psychology, that is, a large amount of naivity.
It is impossible not to remark his sincerity when he comes with “The Europeans see in me…” type-of assessments… it is impossible not to see this in his accepting otherwise trappings and decorum (remember the Oppossum thing?)…
it is impossible not see this in his propensity to physically surround himself with prestige enhancers like the absurd line of admirals and ministers who lined up behind him listen to his pronouncements…
it is impossible not to see this in his countless, camel-like neighing photos when he reacts to flattery – and obviously, such a narcissistic type wouldn’t be shocked if some dilligent cohorts would decree him a true god.
Once I came upon an older photo of him being enthroned (on a, well, real throne) in a facy garb, wearing crown in that church he used to attend in Chicago – beaming he was and I couldn’t detect on his face any sign of being even slightly embarrassed by that absurdity.
Since then, I associate his trajectory with Caligula’s career.
