How did POTUS get here? Many people are asking. Did anybody even know his name before he started campaigning for the U.S. presidency? What can explain his meteoric rise to power? Surely, somebody must have known something about him. If we had wanted a black man in the Oval Office, why not Sharpton? Why not Jackson? Why not Farrakhan? These people have been around for a while - quite long enough to have name recognition. We could have made an intelligent decision - just on the basis of what we already knew of their public record. But Obama? A blank slate? Nothing known about him except that he could walk upright and speak in semi-coherent sentences.
Now, we find, there’s not a dime’s worth of difference between all the afore mentioned. Why not them? Even the Republicans have some attractive black candidates. But they - considered Uncle Tom’s all around - never had a chance. Only Obama - the unknown quantity - snuck through the campaign gauntlet, in part because we wanted a Democrat and we wanted him to be black. How did it happen? Answer: the media.
The media hyped this man no end. Even the lovely and gracious Hillary had to step aside and make her exit stumble. She had all the right credentials to be sure, except she was white (and almost a man). Couldn’t have that. We were singularly determined to go all the way. (Could the Bamster possibly be gay? We were hoping.) Yet, without the Bamster leading the parade, she would have made it to the top.
Somebody knew about Barack Obama. Somebody knew just how to orchestrate the coup. Somebody had to have backed him; groomed him; told him what to say and how to say it. Somebody must have had his boot on the throats of the media, issuing directives. Somebody with a lot of money, who could spread plenty of it around for favors.
Surely, McCain was told how to play his part. Maybe even Hillary. It’s obvious the press was schooled in the intricate steps of the fan dance. Money, not ideology, was the culprit. Who had all that money to spread around, and even some left over to spark a fiscal crisis with?
Who made ‘conspiracy theory’ a naughty word? Who is so sensitive as to orchestrate the removal of talk show hosts that come too close to uttering his secret name? Who declares the wizard’s moneyed curtain ‘do not touch’? It takes no less than Dorothy’s precocious dog, Trump, to pull it aside? Trump too has money.
Does Trump have enough to unmask Soros’ wrinkled face? Maybe not. But he may just be dumb enough to try. The Donald is sick of it. He’s has a business to run and sees his business hitting the skids. He blames Obama. Clearly, he can blame Obama all he wants. That’s what Obama is there for. He’s part of the curtain - a relatively small part, I might add. The very fact that Obama remains vulnerable tells you exactly what Soros thinks of him. Toilet paper. But attack Soros directly - like Glen Beck did - and it’s curtains.
Soros will slough off Obama when the time comes. He’ll slough off anyone; he has no sense of loyalty. Soros is in machine mode; producing revenge against God for a horribly disfigured life, cloaked in shades of Utopia.
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Thursday, November 11, 2010
Street Fighting Man

I too marched on Washington in my day, ostensibly to protest against the Vietnam war. We fell into one of three groups: professional agitators, self-righteous moralists, and those who just came out to raise a little hell. Though I would never have admitted it at the time, I was part of the latter, the biggest, group. Despite the civic display of tightly choreographed, helmeted phalanx; water cannon and tear gas, I felt perfectly safe for I knew that the government - unlike those of then communist nations - would take utmost care to see to it that nothing would happen to us. If we really had been asked to risk life and limb, I’m sure that 99% of us would have stayed away.
As it was, for most of us, it amounted to no more than a day trip - an afternoon of staged, pot-enhanced high drama - participatory theater under bright skies.
In Britain, the operative word is 'hooliganism'. Behavior after sports events had become so bad, young Britains have been barred from attending similar events in other countries. In Europe, we’ve seen self-respect eroding for a long time. This is fertile soil for agitprop. It is to demonstrate that the government is essentially powerless. The issue of university fees is just pretext. In France, the raising of the retirement age from 60 to 62 is just pretext - a reason to come out into the streets in feigned (Street Fighting Man) anger and protest and smash things and poke a stick in the eye of authority for the sake of ritual rebellion alone - to vent, to explode into violence primarily because of some sense of individual dislocation or inadequacy that often accompanies the transition from infantilism.
Don’t tell me these people have any higher purpose in mind; don’t tell me they have any profound agenda - most of them - in their frenzied, out of control, pointless, pathetic pantomime. People with legitimate grievances do not behave like that.
…and it’s coming to America. It’s orchestrated by the Left. It is to undermine the nation, to overwhelm it, score propaganda points and render it utterly impotent. It’s revolution for revolution’s sake; to topple the elite; erase standards; nullify morality - to be replaced by the finality of tyranny. It’s AQ; it’s Al Sharpton; it’s community organizing; it’s the UN; unions; Bill Ayers; Rev. Wright. It’s George Soros. It’s Barack Hussein Obama.
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