Sheeple Watch #17: Please Secure Your Unicorns and Popsicles in the Overhead Compartment
by T.L. James | 2:16 am, February 21, 2009 | Comments Off
Kathleen Parker gushes like a teenager over her trip to Chicago with the warm, charming, calm, thin, and perfect Obama family:
We had the girls to ourselves for only a few moments before Mom, Dad and Michelle’s mother, Marian Robinson, joined us. Everyone stood, smiled, greeted, shook hands, smiled—the usual drill when host and hostess greet their guests. This had somewhat the feel of an extra-polite diplomatic meeting as the adult Obamas totaled 15 handshakes. I half-expected us to fold our hands and begin bowing…
Impressions: I had met Obama before he became president, but not Michelle. I was struck by her warmth and a sense that she has no need to be the center of attention. (This cannot be said of all first ladies.) Her mother was similarly warm, if a bit shy. Why wouldn’t she be? Although no stranger to her daughter’s and son-in-law’s public life, no sensible civilian would enter a room of columnists without wondering whether the staff doctor stocks antivenom. I was also struck by how lean and fit everyone is. The Obamas are thin people, a sight to behold in the age of obesity.
What struck me most was his immense calm. I kept looking for fissures in the façade, some signal that the cool cat is a defense mechanism or some tactical ploy to deflect or defuse an opponent. Nary a crack. You may as well try to find the Dalai Lama’s Achilles heel. I suspect that if you cut Obama open, you’d find a little Buddha sitting inside, smiling.
Or maybe you’d just find a bunch of squishy and slimy internal organs that you’ve now let loose to flop out and dangle to the floor - that’s would happen with any ordinary human you happened to cut open, at least.
Metaphor: FAIL.
There is nothing unique about a presidential takeoff. An airplane is an airplane. Except! The flight attendants on Air Force One don’t nag you about stuffing every little thing under the seat in front of you. Your seat doesn’t have to be in the upright position, nor does your tray have to be in the locked position. I briefly considered walking around during takeoff, rather than repeating The Lord’s Prayer as I usually do, just to mock death because I probably could.
But of course – the Lightworker protects from harm all those who are privileged to travel in His aura!
The rest of the article is similarly fawning and unserious, but this part was off-putting:
You know they’re adorable. You’ve seen a thousand pictures and video clips. Forget all that. This is when you need Spanish so that you can add the absolute superlative -isima to the end of adorable. They are that adorable. Uninhibited and guileless, they seemed utterly at ease with five strangers— especially, may I say, with the sole female, who just happened to have a little green Ugly Doll hanging from her purple purse, very similar to one spotted several weeks ago on Sasha’s book bag.
The guys may talk football, leaving some women reporters clueless, but guys don’t know jack about the Ugly Doll fashion phenom begun by one Sasha Obama several weeks ago. I wouldn’t call my Ugly Doll “bait” exactly, but I might call it strategy. As a conversation starter, it worked.
Parker obviously meant it to be “bait” to lure a young child into a conversation, or else she wouldn’t have guiltily attempted to explain it away…not that calling what she did ”strategy” makes it any more palatable. If I read her right, she used a child’s innocent interests in an attempt to gain the child’s trust and thereby secure additional access to the child’s father.
And journalists wonder why so many people distrust if not loathe them?
[via Michelle Malkin]
Tags: Air Force One > cult of personality > journalism > Kathleen Parker > Obama > Sheeple > worship
