A Nation Beguiled

How did a man who received little to no character development in his youth rise to such a high level of power? Kyle-Anne Shiver at The American Thinker unleashes in an unrelenting, unforgiving analysis; reproduced here in part:

As President Obama’s school transcripts (all of them, from start to finish!) remain among his stack of unreleased documents, we have no way of knowing how our current President did in school.  However, we do know that he was doing drugs, that he was not involved in any demanding athletic program and that he was not otherwise making a big name for himself on campus.

One thing -  Actually, Obama was involved with basketball in high school, but sadly, he was usually a bench-warmer. PrestoPundit did some research, (actually, he read his book, Dreams From My Father), and did some psychoanalyzing:

Obama’s driving ambition as a young man was to be a professional basketball player,
and his identity was wrapped up in that dream.  Obama was a failure in
this endeavor.   Obama came to blame his failure on structural
racism, explaining his failure on his coach’s “white” game, which prevented Obama from playing his own “black” game.  He then turned to politics, and put his identity and ambitions into America’s vibrant racialist, socialist political subculture.

You should read that full report  – it’s an eye opener.

Now, back to the American Thinker:

We know also that Obama’s first gig on the mainland was at Occidental College, which is a fine school I am sure, but far from Ivy League.  I’m fairly certain that those grades at Panahou were nothing to brag about, and there is no evidence whatsoever that there was anything else to brag about either.
At Occidental, however, young Barry Obama discovered the one gift that would eventually make up for all other deficiencies: his oratorical talent.  Coupled with natural charisma and an Eddie-Haskell styled ability to guile, Barry Obama had arrived.

This was the story hailed by Axelrod as bedrock, middle-class, Kansan upbringing.

And 52% of the American electorate bought it faster than you can say prime-Florida-swampland-with-a-view-sold-to-dumber-than-dumb-Yankees.
Barry Obama made his entrance into mainland politics by frequenting all the Occidental socialist clubs, rallies and protests, and the first time he took to a podium, his rhetorical talent unveiled itself.  Then, it was off to Columbia and a shadow existence, which eventually culminated in President Barack Obama, the first African-American President and the first man to ever assume the highest office in the land without one whit of experience other than running for office and beguiling a public begging to be beguiled.

Along the always-sunny yellow brick road to the White House, Barry was hailed as brilliant-beyond-brilliant, the veritable savior of his people and in the words of his now Vice President, a “clean, articulate and bright” black man.  Nowhere, at any time during Barack Obama’s near-miraculous rise to power, did he come into contact with anyone that would have demanded a character test.

The characters in this President’s closet are too strange for fiction — Jeremiah Wright, Tony Rezko, the New Party, Billy Ayers, Bernadine Dohrn, Louis Farrakhan, Mayor Daly, Rod Blagojevich, George Soros, assorted tax cheats and pay-to-play schemers of every variety.  When any sentient person adds it up, he gets a man without principle, someone so enabled in his avoidance of reality about himself that one can only call it Murphy’s Law applied to character development.

Every single thing that could go wrong has indeed gone wrong.

And, oh boy…are we paying for it, now.

Jim Treacher reminds us, Sarah Palin tried to warn us. Remember the speech that set the Obama team back on their heels until the ensuing media pigpile succeeded in painting her as a dim bulb? Looking back, it’s amazing how prescient she was.

Happy Birthday, lady. It’s too bad the nation was too beguiled to heed your warning.

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Another excellent summery of Obama’s almost too awful to believe background.

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Treacher again…GRACIOUS GOD HE CRACKS ME UP!