And getting creepier. And I can’t be the only one to be a little weirded out by the love-obsession the Democrats, the media, the entertainment press, and I guess most of the American people apparently have for Our Divine Savior, Barack Obama.
The media loves him. Worships him. To the point where he could actually be much more dangerous and destructive than I think he actually is. This isn’t Barack’s fault, either–it’s the media, the modern political-entertainment-industrial complex, and the apparently very large percentage of the American people that are ripe to shave their heads, join a cult, and drink whatever Kool-Aid someone really cool (and well-spoken) is willing to offer them, especially if it comes with the promise of some sort of magical fix or government hand-out.
You think the folks at time were rooting for Barack Obama? Do you think they something approaching a religious devotion to Their New Glorious Leader? Well, you say, that’s just one cover. And, of course, you are right. But then . . . .
Oh, yeah. That’s harsh. Was Time making a bid for the position of Barack Obama’s free PR company? Or just the founding member of the Barack Obama Fan Club?
Is this The Face of God? Easy to believe that Time Magazine–a news magazine, so-called–thinks so.
And there was another Obama cover of Time Magazine featuring Obama as, naturally, FDR.
Oh, how they love him. But it isn’t just Time. What about US?
Man, that was a hard hitting story about how wonderful the Obama’s are, how much they love each other, and perfect they are for each other and America, and how hard it is to be so perfect and wonderful and such a loving and perfect family. All hail our Glorious Leader. And his wife.
You think People Magazine likes the Obamas? Because, you know, I can’t quite tell.
Esquire All Worships at the Church of Obama. Go figure.
And that doesn’t begin to scratch the surface. From specials on MTV with just-able-to-vote types being labeled “The ‘O’ Generation”, to Pepsi Becoming Obama Cola, every aspect of the American culture is infected with an unhealthy love, adoration, and uncritical worshipful adulation of The One.
I mentioned before that I was already tired of all the Obama love. Now that almost every news show and entertainment cable TV channel is an endless Obama infomercial, I tend to throw up in my mouth a little every time I see more Obama propaganda. Spiderman Fist-Bumps Our Maximum Leader, the Glorious Barack. Yurk. Traitorous little arachnid. Now There is the “We Are One” Concert, where we all get together a celebrate our Oneness in Service to the Obamamessiah.
Soon, we will be obligated to make merry at the Obama Inaugural (reminds me of Ming’s wedding to Dale Arden in 1980’s Flash Gordon movie, where the banners advising that “All beings shall make merry . . . Under pain of death” are shown. But I digress). The most expensive Presidential Inaugural Ever. As in, 3 times more expensive than the most expensive presidential inaugural before. When Bush spent $43 million on his 2004 inaugural, the press thought it was a tragedy. Now it’s just fine.
And, still, I haven’t scratched the surface. Every where I turn, I either get to see media and entertainment figures genuflecting before Obama’s greatness, or I’m advised that I had better get on my knees.
Or I’m treated to “news” that essentially asks the question: How can Obama be so wonderful, and how did he become so wonderful, and was he always wonderful or did he start out kind of wonderful and then become really wonderful as he grew older?
Now, that’s new you can use.
Savage Dragon endorsed Obama. A very hard-won endorsement, no doubt. Because Obama is, like, a modern Superman. Except he doesn’t actually capture criminals, fight crime, or solve problems of any kind. Or have any super powers. Or look good in red-and-blue tights.
Oh, our beloved Obama. So no need to send me to an Obama Indoctrination Camp.