Hope Lost: Confessions of a former Obama supporter
There is a eye opening article over at the American Spectator by Arnold Trebach. I say that not just because he mentions Injustice. It is the story of a man who cried with joy at Obama’s inauguration, and then watched racial rot and corruption devour the administration, most obviously with the New Black Panther dismissal.
“Like so many others, I found myself actually weeping at the wonder and the hope that filled American hearts during the Inauguration ceremonies. And like so many others I have almost cried since that day, but for other reasons. . . . The sad truth is that our president has flunked every racial test he has taken . . . Anti-white and anti-Semitic thugs are flourishing in this spineless atmosphere — even though we Americans had every right to expect Mr. Obama to deal with them harshly. All of which brings us back to the New Black Panther case. Remember that one?”
What new “Black Panther Case?” Whadaya talking about? I I read all the papers and and watch MSNBC and never saw a word about any black panther case, old or new. Just one more loony GOP fabrication.
It’s not a new case, it’s the New Black Panthers. Intimidating voters? Ring any bells or is your clapper broken?
In this day and age, that type of objectivity is almost priceless.
Pragmatic rationalism has been almost entirely destroyed in the public arena in favor of politically pedagogy that sees equality where there is none, success where there is failure, failure where there is success, racism where there is none and none where racism flourishes.
America is in the grip of a perceptual trap that allows Obama to run roughshod over the American legacy so strong that it will take a couple of generations to right the ship.
By that time the madness that Obama symbolized will have demographically brought so many bickering professional “equal” victims from the Third World that America may simply be plain dead, a victim of the Constitution as suicide pact, the Captain screaming I am not a racist, colonialist, imperialist as he disappears beneath the waves, secure in the knowledge that the “right” people, the eternal underdogs, like him.
It is much older than that. There are people who do things because they are right, and people who do things because they can. It has been thus since Og bashed Gog on the head for his shiny rock, and it continues today.
For a bright shining moment, the well trained, happy, thankful people who fought WWII after survivng the Depression managed to produce something akin to heaven on earth. Having seen the horrors that mankind and the world can visit upon one and all, they tried to protect their young, and shielded them from reality and suffering as much as they could. The hard work that had enabled them to survive and even prosper they applied to raising their numerous young. Unfortunately, the hard childhood that had formed their character and prepared them for battle and hardship gradually faded from life, mostly because of their love for their children. They failed their children in this respect. It is only historically fitting that their spoiled, lazy, self-absorbed offspring, once they controlled the reins of power, would destroy their idyllic paradise, tout suite.
And so it has come to pass.