Slip of Fools

Years ago, Solomon read a fascinating short story, the name of which eludes me, I’m sorry to say, about a happily married woman whose husband, who loves her dearly, becomes aware that she smells awful. He is totally embarrassed and ashamed by this, but he can’t escape the knowledge that his wife reeks. The wife is, of course, devastated, but soon, the husband can’t smell his wife anymore. It’s not that she no longer stinks; it is that she has absolutely no smell.

The same situation happens with the sound of her voice and the feel of her skin—they become repulsive and then—nothing. Now, the ending of the story reveals what is going on. The wife is a monster who wants to live among regular human beings but can only do so by using the monsters’ supernatural power of distorting the senses of human beings so that reagular people don’t see, hear, smell, feel, or taste what is really there.

This reality-blocking by the monsters works on a short-term basis, but the wife finds out that keeping the illusion going all the time ceases to be possible, so that the husband’s senses have to be destroyed. So, in trying to keep the husband’s love, she becomes totally lost to him, for he cannot love that which she actually is and she can no longer sustain her illusions that she has imposed on his senses.

Now, I’ll bet you are wondering where this is going. Telling the plot of a story that doesn’t make some point is akin to recounting the story of a dream you’ve had—it’s a practice not to be endured.

Well, Solomon does have a reason for recounting this story, for last night we saw the slipping of the mask string from off President Obama’s prodigious monkey ears. One word slipped out from behind the carefully crafted and guarded illusion that is this strange non-man, and that word reverberated as none before has. The word he said was “stupidly.”

The reference was to his opinion of the behavior of a white policeman toward a black professor—even though Obama said he didn’t know any of the facts of the case! Yet, according to Obama, letting free a deeply suppressed personal truth, the white cop was stupid, racist, and clearly wrong, and the black was clearly innocent and a victim of police brutality and racial profiling.

That one word--stupidly--so powerfully revealed Obama’s racist view of whites that his handlers had to tell the American people through his spokesman Robert Gibbs that what they had heard was not what they had heard. Their contention: He did not say that.

Amazing!

Now you can see the relation between what the President did and the story. We are living with an incredibly vile monster masquerading as one of us, but he can’t keep the illusion of his otherness hidden forever. The mask will slip, and each time it will reveal something uglier and uglier, and so the American people will have to have their senses eliminated by the useful idiots of the sycophantic White House Press Corps, who are committed to maintaining the illusion at all costs—even at the cost of their own careers and reputations.

Obama does not speak for himself. There is a cabal of Jews pulling his strings (the veracity for this assertion comes from no less an authoritative expert on Obama than the Reverend (cough, cough) Jeremiah Wright!) who, literally, dictate every word that comes out of his mouth. These people dare not let the Monkey God speak for himself, for he is unable to couch the hateful ideology in words that sound soft, nonthreatening, and silkily sensible. Obama can't speak as well as the whites can, so they pen his every word. Do you wonder what Obama must feel knowing that his every thought is coming from white guys, Jewish white guys? Think he might be harboring a little . . . I don't know . . .HOSTILITY!!!???

Well, the truth of Obama’s and his fellow travelers' ideology is that it is an abomination, a stinking, rotten assault on liberty and goodness, no less an anathema that Nazism, which it so closely resembles.

But the slick words that roll across the teleprompters’ glass faces belie the speaker’s (and his handlers') true intents and views. Obama is not capable of scripting these words, just reading them. And if the teleprompter goes out, if for a moment the Bamster must speak his own words, the mask he continually must wear slips dramatically, as it did at his fiasco of a health care press conference.

And the full ugly comes out, like what would happen if Medusa adjusts her bathing cap--"Oh My God! What's tha..." Obama--the white-hating racist, the cop-hating community activist, the truth-hating communist--the REAL Obama, came rearing out with a speed and venom that made even the press corps recoil in horror. Is that a "stony" silence I hear?

“Could that really be OUR Bamster who just said that?” they had to be asking themselves. David Axelrod, the Bamster’s Edgar Bergen, must have been behind the screen slapping his vast and increasing forehead while silently screaming, “Dear God, NOOOOoooooooo!”

But there it was for all to see and hear. And the next day, unexpectedly, Democratic leaders said they were--ahem--postponing, delaying any further health care votes. Hmmmm. Do you think they recognized that perhaps their Monkey God had been too obviously, and perhaps irretrievably, revealed as the Manchurian Candidate? Were the rats suddenly taking a few strong frantic backstrokes away from what might be a sinking ship?

The kindly Monkey God suddenly had shown himself to have an ugly appetite for hatred and evil. The stench of rotten teeth and putrefying entrails burst forth and filled the room and could not be disguised.

Humpty Dumpty fooled us all,
By looking stern and standing tall,
And speaking words not his at all.

But Humpty Dumpty squeezed his heart,
And stinkingly, like long-held fart,
Out “Stupidly” he hurled. Not smart.

Obama and his peeps should know that people can’t be made to fall in love twice with the same person. And you cannot forgive those whom you do not love. That slip of the mask is going to cost him, well, I hope, everything.