The word sycophant (A servile self-seeker who attempts to win favor by flattering influential people.) has, for the first time in history, become part of everyday conversation since the election of President Obama. You might legitimately ask why or how did this fairly obscure word become so prominent in our language. The answer lies in the blatant and continuous servile fawning over Obama by our Main Stream Media and their reliance on the Joseph Goebbels school of propaganda:
“If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.”
Fortunately, lucid Americans see the parody of the lies concerning Obama and his 'hard to define or locate intellect'; consequently, Americans are no longer clamoring for the appeal of the Twenty Second Amendment, those days are over. The truth about the inability of this president to correlate two different thoughts in a coherent sentence or paragraph is painfully obvious.
Our president with his ever present tele-prompters and his verbal stumbling when speaking extemporaneously has led the average person to become skeptical. After all, the teleprompter speeches are nothing more than repeating someone else's writing: while his spontaneity in ad lib speaking comes off more like the fart, stumble, fall, school of communication. Thus Americans have come to accept the fact that our Commander in Chief as “bumblingly inarticulate”; especially, when he is without his closest friend, the teleprompter. It's a deficit we can live with, but the question lingers, is this man as smart as the press portrayed him during the campaign? It wouldn't be an issue, except the state directed media made such a major deal of his intelligence; a man who holds his college transcripts so tight to his chest.
For two and a half years, we have waited for some sign of this brilliance to help in our economy, in our unemployment, in our energy policy, in our foreign policy, and in our wars, we are still waiting; actually, the American people have given up on this superior intellect so highly praised by our media, after waiting two and a half years for just a faint glimmer only the sycophants and some hopeless Useful Idiots are still carrying this less than dubious brilliancy banner.
MEGHAN DAUM, a reporter for the LA Times, has once again tried to promote this lost and forgotten cause or at least has decided to give the dead jackass another sound thrashing, by creative use of weak metaphors. In the true wide eyed form of the typical Useful Idiot that caused Stalin the only laughter in his life that we know of, she explains Obama's apparent speech impediment without a teleprompter as a true sign of genius. Have patience, the Times actually gives her column space for this lunacy.
Admittedly, the president is given to a lot of pauses, “uhs” and sputtering starts to his sentences. As polished as he often is before large crowds (where the adjective “soaring” is often applied to his speeches), his impromptu speaking frequently calls to mind a doctoral candidate delivering a wobbly dissertation defense.
But consider this: It's not that Obama can't speak clearly. It's that he employs the intellectual stammer. Not to be confused with a stutter, which the president decidedly does not have, the intellectual stammer signals a brain that is moving so fast that the mouth can't keep up. The stammer is commonly found among university professors, characters in Woody Allen movies and public thinkers of the sort that might appear on C-SPAN but not CNN. If you're a member or a fan of that subset, chances are the president's stammer doesn't bother you; in fact, you might even love him for it (he sounds just like your grad school roommate, especially when he drank too much Scotch and attempted to expound on the Hegelian dialectic!).
So the president's inability to speak fluently without a tele-prompter and sounding like a drunk, according to Ms Daum, is a direct result of intellectual stammering, not to be confused with the more common stuttering that afflicts many mere mortals. Woody Allen, the man who married his daughter, portrays this genius in comedic form and that should help those of us that aren't sycophants believe the lie. Well done, Ms Daum, your lies are so preposterous that people may be hesitant to laugh at them.
Still fawning over her messiah, she mentions William F Buckley in comparison and figures Obama would be considered brilliant beside Buckley, but there are many of us who would have loved to see the wit and intellect of Buckley in debate with the great stammerer. She mentions Buckley's unsuccessful run for mayor and being asked what he would have done if he had won and he replied, “Demand a recount.” We are left to compare that to the moat with alligators wit of Obama.
Still Ms Daum meanders on without a point of view, besides shameless fawning, in a pointless unknown forest of confusion that is unashamedly promoted as journalism.
Obama's problem is not that he's an intellectual (for the sake of argument let's define it as someone who is scholarly, broadly informed and distinguished as a thinker). It's that he sounds like an intellectual. Unlike other presumed political brainiacs — Bill Clinton or Newt Gingrich, for example — he isn't able to bury his ideas behind a folksy regional accent or good-old-boy affectations when he wants to. Nor is he effective at “keeping it real” when he falls into traditionally African American cadences that he clearly never used when he was growing up.
By speaking as though he hails from everywhere, he ends up being from nowhere. The result is that people look at him and see not a Hawaiian or a Chicagoan or even a black man, but a university man.
Towards the end of this utterly useless diatribe, we realize that Ms Daum probably suffered from a lack of attention from the dream boats on campus and she is still lost in the romantic dreaming of the perpetually frustrated or love starved adolescent. It was worth a few laughs, but on a more serious note it is good to remind ourselves of the depths that the Progressive press is willing to resort to in order to keep their failing messiah and his fart stumble fall oratory from being dismissed as a dim bulb.
Here is an example of one of Lord Byron's adulterous affairs that still has hopeless romantic women panting in frustration
But such passion never lasts. Byron was a victim of his own contradictory personality – he loved to pursue women but, once captured, he longed to leave them. Paradoxically, he could not rest easy without their complete adoration. He could not be simply Caroline's lover, a participant in a scandalous (but tolerated) affair; he must be her grand passion, her true love – she must belong to him alone. But once she capitulated, he grew bored and irritated with her.
Though Caroline was instantly infatuated, she at first refused Byron's most heated demands. She would not admit she loved him more than her husband William; Byron told her, 'My God, you shall pay for this, I'll wring that obstinate little heart.' But soon she loved him enough to contemplate leaving her husband, at Byron's suggestion in May 1812. He was probably testing her commitment for it is unlikely he meant to flee England with her. But he needed to know she loved him more than anything, even her very comfortable life, and so he hinted at 'elopement.' His friends, particularly the sensible John Hobhouse, were already shocked by the affair; it had grown increasingly open and hysterical. Byron was eventually persuaded to leave London.
His poem of the type that titillates the frustrated romantic female.
To his mistress, one of many, Lady Caroline Lamb
Remember thee! remember thee!
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Remorse and shame shall cling to thee,
And haunt thee like a feverish dream!
Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not.
Thy husband too shall think of thee:
By neither shalt thou be forgot,
Thou false to him, thou fiend to me!
For the hopeless romantic or the fawning Obama sycophant these lines are the stuff of legend: the rest of us can appreciate them in context as endearing verse.
A tip of my Western hat to Nan G for pointing out the LA Times article.
A professional horseman for over 50 years, Skook continues to work with horses. Skook has finished an historical novel, Fifty Thousand Years, that traces a mitochondrial line of DNA from 50,000 years ago to the present. The story follows a line of courageous women, from the Ice Ages to the present, as they meet the challenges of survival with grit and creativity. These are not women who whimper of being victims, they meet the challenges of survival as women who use their abilities without excuses or remorse, these women are winners, they are our ancestors.