What are we seeing in Barack Hussein Obama? Are we seeing the “real” Obama? Are we privy to the inner Barry, is what we see, what we’ll get?
Not a chance.
We are seeing what his handlers want us to see. Barry has more handlers than the fluffing corps at a porno convention. We are being force-fed the candidate that the handlers (Political Light & Magic, Ltd.) believe we want to see. Barry is a packaged product, not unlike any other over-priced, over-hyped, product that won’t do what it’s supposed to do and isn’t worth what we have to pay for it.
Think of all the “pain points” that this product is supposed to address: a soft economy, an energy “crisis,” the aftermath of the Iraq war, Iran’s nuclear ambitions, global warming, racial strife, and on and on and on, ad infinitum.
His political handlers are more like “artists,” in that they must take a lump that is Obama, starting with little more than a gift for oratory and a pleasant appearance, and mold and shape that silly putty into a completed product that is convincing to the sheeple. That’s quite a task.
The real genius of his “artists” is that they are trying to mold him into so many different shapes, all at the same time – that may be why he appears so “lumpy” at times.
His artistic crew is made up of painters (of a rosy picture), sculptors (molding a desirable persona), composers (of his thoughts and statements), and chiselers (who will chip away our income through his tax and spend policy positions). Without his artist handlers, Barry is a thin, articulate, movie extra. He could play a mid-level bureaucrat on TV, but I doubt that before this election he would have been cast as a “leader of men.”
The problem with Barry is that he is a composite, an amalgam, the Barack Hussein Obama that is presented to the public is a Mr. Potato Head, with all sorts of attributes, concerns, plans, and positions stuck on to embellish the overall product. But underneath, he’s just a brown, thin-skinned, white-inside, lump of starch and empty calories.