January 20, 2009
By the way, what was all that hubbub down in D.C. today—another Million Man March?
“Oh, you’re just saying that because Obama is black.” No, I’m saying it because like Louis Farrakhan, he’s a snake-oil salesman—although I find Farrakhan’s Calypso-singer charm a little less obnoxious than Obama’s pomposity and messianic bombast. President Obama shed his crackpot connections when it became convenient (Jeremiah Wright, his long-time spiritual director), and became the new Chauncey Gardiner: The blank, ambiguous figure on whom each of us can project his private fantasies—of racial redemption, historical transformation, bold new leadership, blah blah blah.
President Obama does have principles of course. Abortion as a fundamental right; a massive, centralized government that confiscates and redistributes our wealth; and a slicker, savvier retread of the Bush interventionist jihad across the world. In other words, he’s Teddy Kennedy with a tan.
And the departure of President Bush leaves me just a little bit disappointed. Watching him in office, listening to his speeches, and following his policies, I’ve realized that all along there was something I expected to hear him say: “Live from New York, it’s SATURDAY NIGHT!!!”
Then they’d bring out the real president.