Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.
- Longfellow, American Poet (1807-1882)
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Have you ever met that woman whose favorite sound is the sound of her own voice and whose favorite topic is herself? I think we all have.
Barack Obama is that woman. He is so that woman.
Greek Mythology’s Narcissus may have been a man, but I speak of Obama as “that woman” because obsessive vanity and self-absorption are primarily feminine traits.
Of course, when it comes to self-absorption, nothing can top how Obama, upon first meeting the Queen of England, thought it would be an awesome gift to bestow upon her royal highness an iPod loaded with the beloved sound of his own voice making speeches.
Then there was that time Obama posed for a group photo of world leaders and raised his hand to wave to the camera, completely oblivious to the fact that in doing so, he was blocking the face of the man standing right beside him, Mongolian President Tsakhia Elbegdorj.
You and I and everyone else we know have been taking group photos since we were in kindergarten. As a joke you might make rabbit ears behind the head of the person standing next to you, but have you ever known anyone so consumed with themselves that they could pose for a group photo raising their hand, completely unaware of the fact that they were blocking the face of the person standing next to them?
The photo looked so ridiculous, many were convinced it had to be photoshopped, but of course, it turned out to be the real deal – yet another example of one man’s monomania on full display.
As Charles Krauthammer once noted, “Obama is the kind of guy who habitually refers to Cabinet members and other high government officials as ‘my’ — ‘my secretary of homeland security,’ ‘my national security team,’ ‘my ambassador.’ The more normal — and respectful — usage is to say ‘the,’ as in ‘the secretary of state.’ These are, after all, public officials sworn to serve the nation and the Constitution — not just the man who appointed them.”
But probably Obama’s most impressive achievements in building his own great pyramid of self-worship can be found in the unprecedented numbers of self-references he manages to squeeze into every speech he makes.
When the Navy SEALS took out Bin Laden, Obama found it as an opportunity to reference himself thirteen times in that one short speech, waiting until the very end to add a few words about the men who had actually put their lives on the line.
In a typical Obama speech, we can find him using the words, “I,” “me” and “my” twenty-seven times in under five minutes.
But you know the president’s self-love has gotten utterly out of hand when Obama speaks at the funeral of Senator Daniel Inouye and even the Obama-lovin’ Slate has to break out with the headline Today We Are Gathered … To Hear More About Me.
The subhead goes on further to say:
President Obama was supposed to eulogize the memory of Sen. Daniel Inouye. Instead he told us about his favorite summer vacation.
Seriously, who does that? Who speaks at a funeral and is so totally oblivious to the reason why everyone is gathered there? What kind of self-obsessed asshole takes what’s supposed to be a eulogy celebrating the life of the person who passed away and instead imagines it to be yet another perfect opportunity to speak lovingly of their own favorite topic: themselves?