Then, a scant six weeks later, when Wright pretty much repeated those same “out of context” words to the NAACP and the Washington Press Club, suddenly his surrogate son took umbrage. In other words, it was one thing when Obama’s spiritual advisor spewed his hatred of America, white people in general and white Christians in particular, for two decades, while the Obamas sopped it up like so much gravy, but quite another when those benign little sound bites started cutting into Obama’s polling numbers. Then, in the blink of an eye, Obama was all ears…and, whoops, another disposable old party got tossed under the bus.
Obviously, for the true believers in our midst, none of this matters. For them, Obama is the answer to a prayer. For millions of black voters, he is the Second Coming. For millions of white voters, he provides an easy way to prove how broad-minded, how decent, how truly superior they are.
The plain truth of the matter is that, perhaps for the first and only time in her life, Geraldine Ferraro, who wound up under a bus of her own, was right when she said that Obama is where he is because he’s black. Or do you really think that if he were a white man who had attended a racist church five times longer than he’s been in the U.S. Senate, was friends with an unrepentant bomb-throwing terrorist and was married to a woman who openly despises this country, he would have a snowball’s chance in Hell of being his party’s standard bearer?
Anybody who’s convinced that Barack Obama belongs in the White House, except as part of a tour group, is the same sort of twit who actually believes that Jimmy Carter is a living saint and that Hillary Clinton is the smartest woman in America. In other words, a liberal.