I usually try to keep my criticisms of lefties, and leftism, substantive and fact-based.
Being human, I occasionally resort to sarcasm, humor and snark. And you know it’s part of the reason you come here, so don’t try and get cute about it.
Sometimes, the best I can manage is a point-by-point fisking.
But in almost seven years of blogging, this is the first time I’ve had to sit back, scratch my eyes, re-read something, and decide that simply presenting the offending material in its full, dim, foul glory is all the criticism that material needs.
And so I present Grace Kelly – local 9/11 Truther and cog in the local DFL machine. Her particularly wide-eyed, fabulist brand of jackboot-with-a-smile liberalism has turned up on this blog a few times in the past.
But she’s outdone herself this time. She has summed up the collective id of the Democrat base in this country, in much the same way Rain Man summed up the cards in the casino, and presented it to the world in the form of a poem.
Lead Us President Barack Obama
At a time of darkness, the light appears
- that light is President Barack Obama.
At a time when knowledge, skill and science was disdained, a champion of knowledge, skill and science has stepped forward
- that champion is President Barack Obama.
At a time when it seemed that only corporations and the rich were represented, a representative of people appeared
- that representative is President Barack Obama.
At a time of torture, a leader of morality appears
- that leader is President Barack Obama.
At a time when the world no longer respects us as country, a reason for respect appears
- that reason is President Barack Obama.
At a time of too many wars and too much violence, we look for the wisdom of peace and diplomacy,
- that wisdom is President Barack Obama.
At a time of great economic crisis, a president who leads comes,
lead us President Barack Obama, speak for us,
lay out your plan of action,
And we the people will say
YES. WE. CAN!
I’ve been staring at this for ten minutes.
Have at it, all. I’ve got everything…and yet nothing.
UPDATE: An emailer sends:
At a time with no flushable toiletsa man invented such a toiletAnd that man was
UPDATE 2: Another emailer:
At at time when freshness eluded us
a man made freshness attainable.
And that man was Irving Douchebag.
Keep ‘em coming!
UPDATE 3: The hits keep coming
At a time when bands’ names were lame, and balloons were merely toys
A man came a long and fixed both.
And that man was Count Von Zeppelin.