How Did A Big Boob Become President of the United States?
If you go to the link at the photo credit for the above photo, you will come across comments from readers scratching their heads questioning the point of the ad. In regard to those two items, allow me to digress for a moment and mention that in my article The Difference between Islam and Western Civilization, I speculated that The more a country appreciates burgers, BBQs, beer and boobs, the more civilized it is.
But back to the ad: here is what the flat-chested girl says: "Well, you wouldn't want a warm beer, would you?" Now what the hell does that mean? The problem of course is that the sight of an overly large boob drains most of the blood from the male brain so it can travel to an area of the body not known for abstract analyses.
To counter this problem, I put a few ice cubes in my nether region and chased some nutrients toward my "little grey cells" and then it became obvious what the ad was all about. The little lady holding the beer is trying to keep the Fosters Super Chilled beer in the cool shadow of the boob, away from the heat of the sun.
So here, a big boob temporarily blinded me as to the true nature of what was going on. Which in a crazy indirect way explains how Barack Obama, an incompetent, callow, blundering fool became President: this big boob charmed the country with his oratory skills, seeming intellect, and cool character:
American Thinker, 18 Aug 2011, Obama: The Affirmative Action President
Years from now, historians may regard the 2008 election of Barack Obama as an inscrutable and disturbing phenomenon, a baffling breed of mass hysteria akin perhaps to the witch craze of the Middle Ages. How, they will wonder, did a man so devoid of professional accomplishment beguile so many into thinking he could manage the world's largest economy, direct the world's most powerful military, execute the world's most consequential job?
Imagine a future historian examining Obama's pre-presidential life: ushered into and through the Ivy League despite unremarkable grades and test scores along the way; a cushy non-job as a "community organizer"; a brief career as a state legislator devoid of legislative achievement (and in fact nearly devoid of his attention, so often did he vote "present"); and finally an unaccomplished single term in United States Senate, the entirety of which was devoted to his presidential ambitions. He left no academic legacy in academia, authored no signature legislation as legislator.
And then there is the matter of his troubling associations: the white-hating, America-loathing preacher who for decades served as Obama's "spiritual mentor"; a real-life, actual terrorist who served as Obama's colleague and political sponsor. It is easy to imagine a future historian looking at it all and asking: how on Earth was such a man elected president?
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True, Obama himself was never troubled by his lack of achievements, but why would he be? As many have noted, Obama was told he was good enough for Columbia despite undistinguished grades at Occidental; he was told he was good enough for the US Senate despite a mediocre record in Illinois; he was told he was good enough to be president despite no record at all in the Senate. All his life, every step of the way, Obama was told he was good enough for the next step, in spite of ample evidence to the contrary. What could this breed if not the sort of empty narcissism on display every time Obama speaks?
In 2008, many who agreed that he lacked executive qualifications nonetheless raved about Obama's oratory skills, intellect, and cool character. Those people -- conservatives included -- ought now to be deeply embarrassed. The man thinks and speaks in the hoariest of clichés, and that's when he has his teleprompter in front of him; when the prompter is absent he can barely think or speak at all. Not one original idea has ever issued from his mouth -- it's all warmed-over Marxism of the kind that has failed over and over again for 100 years.
And what about his character? Obama is constantly blaming anything and everything else for his troubles. Bush did it; it was bad luck; I inherited this mess. It is embarrassing to see a president so willing to advertise his own powerlessness, so comfortable with his own incompetence. But really, what were we to expect? The man has never been responsible for anything, so how do we expect him to act responsibly?
In short: our president is a small and small-minded man, with neither the temperament nor the intellect to handle his job. When you understand that, and only when you understand that, will the current erosion of liberty and prosperity make sense. It could not have gone otherwise with such a man in the Oval Office.
But hey, at least we got to feel good about ourselves for a little while. And really, isn't that all that matters these days?
