I’m going to start this on a high horse because I earned it. And it makes me feel good to pretend to be above the rest. Like Barack Obama thinks he actually is.

As René Descartes, the great French philosopher said, possibly while riding an actual horse in France, “Cogito ergo sum” or I think, therefore I am. Which is apropos of nothing except for the fact that I think, which puts me in a minority, but saying things like that also make me look like I am erudite and cool even though I’m not. Obama thinks he actually is erudite and cool.

OK let’s try this one which I ripped off (then crossbred) from the genius Occupy Wall Street hippies and Obama voters: I am the 1%  —  not financially (though I wish I was), but in correctly judging politicians and their character, I apparently am.

I never was impressed by Barack Obama. Never. Not in the least. I never cottoned onto the false narrative that he’s “smart,” at least no more so than anybody I hang around with. I never had any hard, factual reason to believe he was smart. Never saw or heard or read about one smart thing he’d ever done or said, ever. I can only point to dumb, actually. I challenge people to tell me about one thing  —  just one  —  that they know of or heard him say, which speaks to his being “smart.” Nobody has ever answered that to my satisfaction.

I also never bought the other phoney narrative created by the liberal mainstream media after being so instructed by Team Obama: the notion that he was a great speaker or communicator.  It wasn’t hard. I clued-in immediately upon noticing that he literally couldn’t put more than two good sentences together and then speak at more than a snail’s pace, and without saying “ah” a dozen times and nervously stuttering and stammering, without the aid of carefully crafted scripts that he could read from a teleprompter. And even when reading off his vast teleprompter industrial complex, what others described as his “wonderful,” or “soaring” rhetoric and supposedly “inspiration” speaking… I found to be off-putting in the extreme. Still do, only even more so after suffering through four or more years of it. I actually mute the TV when he speaks, now, just as I do when I hear “I’m Doug, and I have mesothelioma.” I can’t stand that put-on speaking style of Obama’s.


Lots of others have slowly joined me on my wagon train of reality, and have become bold and brave enough to actually openly dare question his mythical “intelligence” and grand speaking style, and call BS on him. Note that we’re allowed to call “BS” on him, even if he is the president, while it is unquestionably beneath the dignity of a sitting president to call his opponent a “bullshitter,” as he reportedly did this past week in an equally beneath-the-dignity interview with Rolling Stone magazine, in a display of his great “smartness” and “elegant” speaking style. He stupidly blew the right to speak like that after having mounted his high horse, and presumed to snottily admonish Americans, with full wagging finger, that they shouldn’t speak that way about their political opponents, and they should raise the level of debate.

Today the inimitable Washington Post columnist Charles Krauthammer mocks, if politely, Barack Obama and what is increasingly amounting to an unfolding exposé of the true Barack Obama  —  the one I saw a  long time go  — the one apparently hidden (to some) behind a mask artfully crafted by young apprentices in a TV news station’s art shop, as if he ruled from one of those masquerade balls (or bals masqué) King Louis XIV might have thrown for the elite subjects of “his” state.

Krauthammer’s column begins:

“L’etat, c’est moi.”
— Louis XIV

…Meaning, roughly, This nation, me.”  Krauthammer then recalls in comparison the conceit of Obama’s own (unscripted, I think, and therefore revealing) words during the last presidential TV debate:

“This nation. Me.”

Call me strident in my translation of King Louis’ French, which as a free citizen, I do reserve the right to do, but it does at least sound similar no matter which way you slice it.

I caught that Obamanian/Freudian slip at the time of the debate, but it took Krauthammer to make the perfect historic reference to the self-reverent King Louis of France. Krauthammer actually is smart. Obama only plays one on TV. And he proved to me, once again, that mentally at least, he’s actually in a whole different country than America. Recall that “We the People” is how America’s Constitution begins, not “Me, Obama.” A smart, grand speaker would never make that error, even if it was but a Freudian slip.

Alas I don’t think it was anything but pure Obama in the flesh. Take any Obama speech and you’ll find them to be replete with references to “I” and to “me.” I think he thinks he is the embodiment of America; that he is America. He is exactly not that.

I don’t agree with her on any number of her political assessments, but Wall Street Journal columnist Peggy Noonan hitched up to my wagon train today to, (even using a French word!):

…And in some utterly new way the president was revealed, exposed. All the people whose job it is to surround and explain him, to act as his buffers and protectors—they weren’t there. It was him on the stage, alone with a competitor. He didn’t have a teleprompter, and so his failure seemed to underscore the cliché that the prompter is a kind of umbilical cord for him, something that provides nourishment, the thing he needs to sound good.

… That, anyway, is the view expressed this week by a member of the U.S. Senate who served there with Mr Obama and has met with him in the White House. People back home, he said, sometimes wonder what happened with the president in the debate. The senator said, I paraphrase: I sort of have to tell them that it wasn’t a miscalculation or a weird moment. I tell them: I know him, and that was him. That guy on the stage, that’s the real Obama. …

Because you see the problem isn’t that Obama has changed over the years, as much as the fact that people fell for the act, and until now have been loath to admit it, and until now have thought it too undignified to call BS on him. Noonan continues:

People saw for the first time an Obama they may have heard about on radio or in a newspaper but had never seen.

They didn’t see some odd version of the president. They saw the president.

And they didn’t like what they saw, and that would linger.

Let’s hope that it lingers and leaves a check mark in the right box on November 6.

By the way, also apropos of nearly nothing, you’d never know it, but the smarter, far better speaker, Mitt Romney, also speaks French.