Has the oaf from Porlock shoved off to Savile Row?

— Peter Carey, My Life as a Fake

So much has now been written about Barack Obama, and from so many different points of view, that one must scour the muniments of the improbable, the miraculous, or the impossible to find something startlingly new to say. Who knows? Perhaps it will one day be confirmed that Obama is really the second coming of the long-awaited messiah who brings a new world order with him, or a galactic visitor from a remote planet in another solar system, blessed with a wisdom beyond the capacity of ordinary human beings. Or perhaps he is Beelzebub’s latest avatar, as prophesied, let’s say, in a recently discovered scroll in a cave near Tel Miqne in the Holy Land.

But the truth is something far humbler and yet no less unnerving. It’s not easy to draw a bead on a cynical shape-shifter like Obama, but the effort must be made. Whatever his mysterious origins may be — numinous, demonic, interstellar, Hawaiian, Kenyan — the fact remains that he is bad news for the future health and prosperity of the United States, which seems to be subsiding into the economic and political abyss.

I will attempt here only a modest summation of certain elements of disquietude that Obama’s presidency has provoked. Nothing new, just a synoptic refresher, a compendium of reported items, which may help us to put things in perspective and justify the edginess that many of us feel. For it’s high time we take Lear’s command to heart and see the man for who he is, and in the round: “Off, off, you lendings! Come unbutton here.” And there are lots of buttons to be popped:

And the beat, as they say, goes on. Indeed, the ledger is peppered with such disturbing instances, with new disclosures emerging by the day — though they seem to have had little effect as yet on the condition of political narcolepsy that, by all appearances, afflicts the majority of American voters, as well as a press corps deferential to the point of slavishness.

To paraphrase Martin Luther King Jr., I have a nightmare. I sense that the political and electoral temper of America has been “revolutionized” and that millions of young, poorly educated but successfully indoctrinated Americans may bring their country to its knees. I suspect their efforts will be abetted by the approximately 40% of Americans who do not pay taxes, living off the rapidly melting fat of the land. And I’m afraid the situation will get worse before it starts to get even worser — at least for the next several years. The best we can anticipate is an unlooked-for series of events that may bring “hope and change,” given a different acceptation from the original resonance of the phrase.

We can hope against hope, for example, that a sufficient number of Americans will rethink themselves and rally to ensure that Obama, like the lamentable Jimmy Carter before him, will prove to be a one-term president.

And yet one term may be enough for Obama to remake and subvert the country so profoundly — recall his campaign countdown that “we are five days away from fundamentally transforming the United States of America” — that it may not be able to recover, or at any rate not in our lifetimes. Despite his soaring approval rating and the media’s starry-eyed love affair with their mesmerizing paramour, it must be said that almost everything Obama does is either actually or potentially destructive.

At this point in my argument, some may ask what right or “authority” have I, a Canadian, to meddle in American affairs? True, I speak as a Canadian and not as an American, but as a Canadian who knows that whatever adversities happen to America ultimately happen to Canada. Little dogs pee where big dogs poo. Now that America has elected Obama, Canada is preparing to embrace as its next prime minister the vapid and preening Michael Ignatieff, who has spent 34 years pursuing his professional career outside the country, mainly in the U.S. Ignatieff arranged to have a photo of himself standing beside Obama projected to Times Square and the Las Vegas Strip.

The conclusion, I believe, is inescapable. Obama is bad for America. And what’s bad for America is bad for the world. Perhaps all we can do for the present is to stay alert and informed, join tea parties, vote differently, write adversarially, revive the skeptical bone, and refuse to provide psychic hospitality to a presidential interloper, even if he is the darling of the West.

And one more thing. Adjusting for the difference in the times, we can reread one of America’s great poets, Langston Hughes, who said it best in his book of that title: Let America Be America Again.