Beyond Satire
The Left has gone stark, raving mad. One manifestation of the Left's loopiness is the reverence in which The One is held. Such reverence can exist only inside a bubble in which no one snickers. Here are a few current examples. First, from a Paris fashion show, earlier today:
So, Obama is what--the new Che? Apparently so.
You've likely already seen this creepy video of an Obama Youth group. It's pretty remarkable; can you imagine if there were videos of paramilitary groups--militias, one might call them--supporting a Republican candidate?
The video begins with the Obama Youth chanting "Alpha, omega...alpha, omega." No doubt most of our readers get the reference: in Christian theology, Jesus Christ is "the Alpha and the Omega." The stained glass window behind the altar in my church features, along with a number of other symbols, an alpha and an omega.
So: how crazy, exactly, are these liberals? Maybe this crazy: "I Will Follow Him": Obama As My Personal Jesus:
The Left has gone stark, raving mad. One manifestation of the Left's loopiness is the reverence in which The One is held. Such reverence can exist only inside a bubble in which no one snickers. Here are a few current examples. First, from a Paris fashion show, earlier today:
So, Obama is what--the new Che? Apparently so.
You've likely already seen this creepy video of an Obama Youth group. It's pretty remarkable; can you imagine if there were videos of paramilitary groups--militias, one might call them--supporting a Republican candidate?
The video begins with the Obama Youth chanting "Alpha, omega...alpha, omega." No doubt most of our readers get the reference: in Christian theology, Jesus Christ is "the Alpha and the Omega." The stained glass window behind the altar in my church features, along with a number of other symbols, an alpha and an omega.
So: how crazy, exactly, are these liberals? Maybe this crazy: "I Will Follow Him": Obama As My Personal Jesus:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy09UpI60F8
Yes, I just said it. Obama is my Jesus. ...
As with many spiritual enlightenments, mine came in the middle of a bleak, hopeless period of my life. The innocent, idealistic world of politics that had shaped my childhood, the one that taught me how the president is a good guy, one who makes you feel safe, gives a speech on TV every once in a while and one you'd feel honored to shake hands with, had been slowly whittled into a deep rooted cynicism to anything politically related.
The crush of the Bush victory over Gore was only the first mar on my previously consummate ideal of the American administration. And the tragedies just kept continuing ...
Then I found my miracle. Stumbling through my hopeless world, afraid to turn to anyone with my political questions of morality, my concerns about the afterlife of the country I called home, a voice spoke to me.
My wife thinks this column, which appeared in the Smith College newspaper, may be a parody. The funny thing is, there's no way to tell. The Left's adoration of The One has literally gone beyond satire.
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