Politics? It's All Rock-n-Roll To Me

Monday, 18 February 2008

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“Speak to us, oh beautiful one, tell us how you make that glorious sound, that even now an anticipation of it has reduced me to a snarling, raging, panting, jungle beast!”

Birdie:

“You gotta be sincere! You gotta be sincere! You gotta feel it here, 'Cause if you feel it here, Well, then you're gonna be honestly sincere!”

-- Bye Bye Birdie, 1960

Over the past weekend, several keen observers of politics suddenly noticed that Sen Obama was giving speeches recycling the same content-free platitudes that marked one of the strangest in American politics: that of Massachusetts Governor Deval Patrick.

“Don’t tell me words don’t matter,” Mr. Obama said at one event. “‘I have a dream’ — just words? ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal’ — just words? ‘We have nothing to fear but fear itself’ — just words? Just speeches?”

Unfortunately, Patrick said the same thing in 2006.

“ ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal’ — just words? Just words?” Patrick said in October, 2006. “ ‘We have nothing to fear but fear itself’ — just words? ‘Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.’ Just words? ‘I have a dream’ — just words?”

Sen. Clinton – of all people – is trying to turn Mr. Obama’s speaking talents against him when she warns voters not to just listen to the music but to make the candidate note specifics. In response, Mr. Obama angrily exclaimed, “It’s true that speeches don’t solve all problems,” he said. “But what is also true if we cannot inspire the country to believe again, it doesn’t matter how many policies and plans we have.”

After Mr. Patrick’s landslide win of the Massachusetts governorship, he has been forced to retreat to a barricade erected around his Statehouse office. His grand, meaningless plattitudes have soured into a governorship marked by petulance and arrogance as he spends his time now sealed-off from both the public and the press (except for his drooling synchophant trust babies at the Boston Globe Workers Circle) as he gazes at his governorship shipwreck and curses the louts who dare call him on his already failed administration.

As Governor Patrick hides in his office, snarling at the outside world of ungrateful Massachusetts liberals who gave him his win through a combination of ignorance, stupidity, guilt, cupidity, and plain old anti-Americanism, Mr. Obama – sailing the same Styrofoam-hulled vessel towards higher office over a sea made calm by a drooling, synchophant press – reacts in the same way to justifiable criticism of his utter lack of experience, courage, achievement, or toughness by striking-out at any who question. It is only Ms. Clinton’s high negatives that have saved him from having to answer any questions about himself or his candidacy. In fact, Mr. Obama has told us that experience is not a qualification for high office, but rather, a hindrance to achieving an office’s goals or meeting its responsibilities.

"Who in America can resist the clarion call of youth? Never has it been so brazenly sounded. Experience? It has brought you nothing. Max Frost has told you that. Down with experience!"

-- 'Wild in the Streets,' 1968

The election of 2008 may indeed be the elites’revenge upon the reviled, stupid, lumpen people of America who love their country and family, worship G-d, know that free men own guns while slaves don’t, and have for decades taken abuse from those who know they are so much smarter than the rest of us that they should, by acclamation, be given the reigns of government. In a United States where only two in ten high school students can locate either England or Pakistan on a map but nine in ten know Britney Spear’s bra size, perhaps Hollywood has finally won its sixty-year battle for America. Our only consolation will be that Hollywood had already told us what to expect before it fell to today's grey-ponytailed studio heads.

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Speak to us, oh beautiful one, tell us how you make that glorious sound, that even now an anticipation of it has reduced me to a snarling, raging, panting, jungle beast!

Birdie:

You gotta be sincere! You gotta be sincere! You gotta feel it here, 'Cause if you feel it here, Well, then you're gonna be honestly sincere! If what you feel is true, You really feel it you Make them feel it too, Write this down now You gotta be sincere, Honestly sincere! Man, you've got to be sincere! If you're really sincere, If you're really sincere, If you feel it in here Then it's gotta be right! Oh, baby! Oh, honey! Hug me! Suffer! In ev'rything I do, My sincerity shows thro' I looked you in the eye, Don't even have to try, It's automatic! I'm sincere! When I sing about a tree, I really feel that tree! When I sing about a girl, I really feel that girl, I mean I really feel sincere! If you're really sincere! If you're really sincere! If you feel it in here, Then it's gotta be right! Oh, baby! Oh, honey! Hug me! Suffer! You gotta be sincere! Oh oh, you gotta feel it here! Oh, my baby, oh, my baby, oh yeah! Oh, my baby, oh yeah! Well, you gotta be sincere! Well, you gotta be sincere! Well, you gotta be sincere! Well, you gotta be sincere! Well, you gotta be sincere! Well, you gotta be sincere! Oh, my baby, oh yeah! Oh, my baby, oh yeah! Well, you gotta be sincere! Well, you gotta be sincere! Oh, my baby, oh yeah! Oh, my baby, oh yeah! Oh, my baby, oh yeah! (All women faint)

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