I hope a few things are obvious now. Barack Hussein Obama is the “post-racial” candidate who, but for his gynormous ride on the white guilt train, would still be pontificating in anonymity in Springfield. He’s the product of the Chicago democrat machine who “transcends politics.” He’s the baby boomer who wants to “turn the page” on the tumultuous arguments of the 1960’s, personified by fellow baby boomers Bill and Hillary Clinton on the left and Newt Gingrich on the right, who is surrounded by a collection of vintage 60’s domestic terrorists and rage-filled, America-hating racists, one of whom shares his bed. It should be clear what he means when he says he wants to put the upheaval of that time behind us. In his world, the debate is over, and those who despise imperialist Amerika won. Let’s get on with pouring more tax money down social welfare ratholes, imposing speech codes, normalizing every social pathology the most deviant among us can imagine, and making sure no one harms a hair on the head, during questioning, of one of the headchopping maniacs who want to murder every last one of us.

Still, one group of BHO supporters, the Cult of the Personality crowd, don’t get it. They are those who don’t share his crypto-socialist, pro-surrender views, and who insist that the insane ravings of his pastor of 20 years, the contemptible remarks of the lippy broad he married, and his friendship with unrepentant bombers Bill Ayers and Bernadine Dohrn are either completely irrelevant, ancient history or, my personal favorite, isolated incidents. We’ve all had friends like this, of course. I mean those with cheating husbands, in pathetic denial, greeting every additional piece of evidence of what they’re really married to with another rationalization, each of which requires straining credulity even more than the last time, absolutely determined to pretend that reality is an optional construct. Connect the dots, honey.

Meanwhile, those who do share his left-wing, pro-surrender point of view, including the MSM pinheads’ have two concerns: (1) whether the reveal of Obama’s circle of lunatic, lefty fanatic friends will derail his mission to become President, and waste no time surrending to our enemies, and raising our taxes and (2) trying to get inside the tangled mass of fevered and twisted neurons residing in Jeremiah Wright’s crackpot head to figure out why he’s such a “dick,” which is what Bill Maher called him on his silly show last Friday night. He earned that name from Maher because he is willing to hurt Mr. Not Ready for Prime Time’s chances to win the nomination or the general election. I’ve been thinking about that last one myself, and I think it boils down to three things. First, and most obvious, the Wrong Rev. is writing a book, and these provocative speeches are the beginning of the book tour. In addition, maybe his parents didn’t pay enough attention to him, but for whatever reason, it’s clear that he needs to be the center of attention. Narcissism ain’t pretty. Finally, perhaps he resents the fact that Obama wants to have it both ways. When he needed the street cred of belonging to a church back when he was a “community organizer” (paid troublemaker/race baiter), he came to Jeremiah Wright, and it helped launch is political career. Now that He Who Walks on Water is in the Big Show, he wants to hide Rev. Wright in the basement, as he did before his announcement in Springfield in February 2007. You Obama supporters shouldn’t be angry at Rev. Wright for saying that BHO is behaving like a politician, but I know. The truth hurts.

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