For all the aggravation and daily doses of "Duh" emitted from the current Training Wheels Institute at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue (or perhaps because of it), we've overlooked an unexpected pleasure of these last fifty odd days. This is the steady increase in moments of silence from of the Obamatrons. Although the O-ratings remain high, the breathless blather and spittle-flecked spew of the ravening hordes of recent memory has increasingly fallen from fortissimo to pianissimo.
Yes November's bestial yawps of "Neener... neener... neener" that swept across our fruity plains and, on January 20, 2009, crashed like a tsunami of political orgasm on the steps of the Capitol building, has waned like the fading grunts of some spent great dane on an x-rated Animal Planet special leaving only bones of promises broken and used rhetorical prophylactics bobbing in the spume.
[Ed:"Whoa! Block that metaphor!"Hey, you think it's easy to write sentences like that, you try it.]
And while the real mischief of the remake of America proceeds apace between posing for magazine covers and parties, the once breathless boola-boola about Obama from all those that bought into his political Ponzi scheme early is becoming more and more muted by the day.
I don't know about you, but from about three weeks before the election I was filled with a Lovecraftian dread that we were in for at least two and probably four years of endless love, gush and bosh about the ever more luminous and lovable Obama. It had to be, I thought, because Obama was just too big a love to fail. And yet.. and yet... it would seem that, for increasing numbers of the besotted, the bloom is off the rose and the thorns are beginning to prick.
Check about you in your community. Wander the coffee shops, the bars, the restaurants, the streets. Check the local newspapers that survive and the web sites that may. Keep your eyes and ears open. Talk, gently, to those friends of yours that once hyperventilated at the mention of his name. See if you can detect a marked dimming in their once bright eyes that brimmed with hope. I think you will find a distinct diminution in the adulation that was once so fervent that Beatlemania seemed but a distant second.
This does not mean it the preening and crowing cannot come back, but for now we seem to be observing among the Obamatrons the truth of the Latin phrase: "Post coitum omne animal triste" ("After sex, all animals are sad."). And quieter too. Granted this may just be the silence of the lambs who sense the knife, but it is at least a respite.
For these small moments of grace, let us repeat the immortal words of Psalms 118:24, "This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."
Posted by Vanderleun at March 17, 2009 1:18 PM
It took a long time for the 2000 Gore and 2004 Kerry bumperstickers to disappear...
Have you noticed how quickly the obama stickers are going??
I occasionally watch TMZ because I love the way they take a rectal thermometer to Hollywood's backside (this is actually a necessary task on my part since Hollywood has become part of the ruling class).
Anyhow, Jon Stewart was asked on the street how he's going to manage to stay funny without Bush in office, and he said something like, "It's hard to worry when I have JOY in my heart."
The TMZ studio reaction? The young, callow, semi-literate surfer dude said, "Stewart's show is SO SLANTED! Why won't he make fun of Obama?" The black guy (yes, the black guy) replies, "he might (make fun of Obama) if the economy keeps going like this."
Imagine my stunned surprise. These are paparazzi, plain and simple, shallow gossip vultures with nary a conservative bone in their bodies, and here they were, muttering that the emperors of America may actually be naked. Yes, there is something in the air . . . and I'll post some more below . . .
Posted by: Roderick Reilly at March 17, 2009 3:02 PMI'm watching "Law and Order" a few weeks back, and the plot starts with some dead guy who had been running a phony carbon cap & trade scheme (I know, I know, like there actually are legitimate ones), and had also sold a whole batch of biodiesel to a trucking company, thereby ruining their trucks' engines.
Wow! What gives? A major network TV show ragging on global warming? Wait, it gets better: the two detectives investigating the case start trading snarky remarks about what they believe to be a load of B.S. from the global warming propaganda. These are recurring characters, mind you, and they sound ready to slap handcuffs on Al Gore.
Like I said, there's something in the air. It remains to be seen whether this is a temporary hiccup, or the start of a big push-back trend.
Posted by: Roderick Reilly at March 17, 2009 3:10 PMDon't forget a ball-gag and straitjacket for Algore.
Posted by: at March 17, 2009 4:13 PMHmmm...you guys are seeing some good news that I'm apparently too annoyed to enjoy. Hope you're right.
Rreilly, the Lawn Ordure guys may have gotten the idea from a local Sonoma County feeb styling herself "Betty Biodiesel" (I couldn't possibly make that up) who proudly & publicly chronicled her adventure of running recycled french-fry medium in a brand new VW (which I have NO doubt somebody else paid for.)
Blown. All seals. Less than 40,000 miles.
Posted by: Rob De Witt at March 17, 2009 4:47 PMThe only people I see still with Obama buttons or stickers in Philly are little old black ladies.
I don't see any white people any more with Obama buttons like I did before the election.
Posted by: Eric Blair at March 17, 2009 6:26 PMHey Rob De Witt, I'm a Healdsburg-Cloverdale guy, so yeah, I'm seeing it right here in good ol' Sonoma County, bastion of hippies and other assorted lefties.
Posted by: Uncle Jefe at March 18, 2009 9:32 AMFire your editor -- I loved the metaphor!
"As the acrid smoke of her post-coital Camel wafted into his bloodshot eyes, he wondered why she seemed so voluptuous mere months before, his detumescent memory struggling to remember her name..."
Posted by: Dr Bob at March 18, 2009 11:04 AMWe need to resurrect the bumper sticker the left used during the Bush years. "Don't blame me I didn't vote for him." Or, one I saw on Am.Digest, "Palin 2012, change you'll be begging for."
However, it's still early and I really don't want to root against our country making a comeback.
We need to resurrect the bumper sticker the left used during the Bush years. "Don't blame me I didn't vote for him." Or, one I saw on Am.Digest, "Palin 2012, change you'll be begging for."
However, it's still early and I really don't want to root against our country making a comeback.
The problem for the late night comedians is that their writing staffs aren't talented enough to come up with stuff that's funnier than a strait reading of news reports of the day's events. Obama gifting the Brit PM with a boxed set of DVDs from the markdown bin at Best Buy, Hillie and her rest button in Russia, Barry reading the other guy's speech off the teleprompter and thanking himself for inviting him, Biden being Biden. Mel Brooks, on his best day couldn't top this shit.
Posted by: djaces at March 19, 2009 11:25 AMOK, OK, I obviously haven't been keeping up. Here's a couple of links from the SF Chron. Note the overwhelming tenor of the comments:
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/03/19/MNAT16JI6B.DTL
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/03/20/MNMO16JJDF.DTL
Many of the commenters, believe it or not, are long-time Bay Area moonbats who equate Global Warming with Gay Marriage denial, and only months ago were blaming their acne on George Bush.
Posted by: Rob De Witt at March 20, 2009 9:22 AM
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