The Three Faces of Obama

The first debate gave us adolescent Obama, skulking about the back of Miss Crowley’s class.

The second debate gave us the shouting Obama, shouting tired slogans at the weekly #OccupyWhatever rally.

The third debate gave us the rude, condescending Obama. Watching with the Hubster, we were struck by the arrogant tones that floated through his answers. Again, he constantly interrupted Romney, tell him he was wrong, when really Obama was the wrong one. Some of the zingers were obviously rehearsed, but the delivery was absolutely, unequivocally and UNPRESIDENTIALLY disrespectful of his opponent. Such a man does not deserve to sit in the Oval Office, much less for four more years.

Of course, for any decent commentary you have to go across the pond. Tim Stanley of The Telegraph:

But here’s why it [the horses and bayonets comment] was also a vote loser. For a start, Twitter immediately lit up with examples of how the US Army does still use horses and bayonets (horses were used during the invasion of Afghanistan). More importantly, this was one example of many in which the President insulted, patronised and mocked his opponent rather than put across a constructive argument. His performance was rude and unpresidential. Obama seemed to have a touch of the Bidens, wriggling about in his chair, waving his hands dismissively and always – always – smirking in Romney’s direction. By contrast, Romney sucked up the abuse and retained a rigid poker face all night. He looked like a Commander in Chief; Obama looked like a lawyer. Who would you rather vote for?

Stacy has the round-up, complete with handy Obama-translations for diplomatic terms. (insert term here) ________ = More Golf.

Just hours after the debate, Obama realized he’d not presented his second term agenda, so he dusted off an old homework binder from under the bed and turned it in, late, hoping for extra credit. Not.

Remember who tried to warn America that Obama would be the new Jimmy Carter? John McCain.

Two weeks to go.

Post-Debate Soup

Yeah, yeah, I know… I’ve been absent from most of the pre-election gabfest. First of all, work is taking up lots of time these days. Then add the worry of our own personal looming fiscal cliff, one kid far away in liberal land and SICK, and generously over-season with frighteningly forgetful parents. That is my mood. Got a problem with it?

Honestly, I think it’s over. It was over before the first debate, the one where Obama didn’t show up. People began to quietly exhale and float the idea that the widely broadcast and thusly assumed second term wasn’t going to happen. On a short trip to North Georgia Saturday, we noted the absence of Obama signs. Anywhere.

Then last night, Obama came out on the offensive (literally) and turned off everybody else. The strident tone, the whining, the interruptions, the freaky body language, the continual lying. Even with a sympathetic moderator (in soccer, we’d call that “home-cookin'”), he came across as petulant and fractious, clearly annoyed that participation in such an event was beneath him. His own wife couldn’t follow the debate rules. Remember, rules don’t apply to them.

Romney acted more Presidential, if there even is such a thing anymore.

A former Obama aide this week noted that Obama really doesn’t like people. You could see it on his face last night.

Whether a tie, or a win for Romney, no matter what, Obama lost last night. The next debate is on foreign policy. Watching Obama get shredded with his own words will be pure entertainment.

UPDATE: Ed Morrissey at HotAir also noted the President’s tone and demeanor and had some interesting points on the rather animated Luntz focus group that followed the debate.

UPDATE II: Public speaking is hard, especially under pressure and even more so on an international stage. But deep down inside, he knows. (H/T Tammy Bruce)

A Nerve Hit, Did He?

Well, no wonder, since the nerve is the size of a fully-operational Death Star. I’m talking about that quivering mass of festering, twitching tissue know as the liberal MSM. Or as Stacy calls them, partisan publicists.

They are not independent journalists, they’re partisan publicists, yet they expect to be taken seriously as reporters when they can’t even be bothered to do a Google search and find out when a factory closed.

They are a disgrace to the profession to which they claim to belong. Truth matters. Truth is precious and powerful. Liars are a dime a dozen.

During the last night of the RNC, in the line-up before Mitt Romney’s acceptance speech, Clint Eastwood showed up and MOCKED their idol. Remember Alinsky’s Rule 5:

“Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon. It is almost impossible to counteract ridicule. Also it infuriates the opposition, which then reacts to your advantage.”

The media immediately reacted, in their typical fashion.

The media, naturally, is furious. They don’t like to see Their Precious One mocked and they also understand the power of mockery — which is why they keep Stewart and Colbert on such a tight leash. This is why the media has already written 25 stories (5 from Politico) mocking Eastwood.

Had Eastwood said the things the media likes to hear with the same nervousness and hesitation, they would’ve called him wizened and seasoned. But because he mocked Their Precious One, suddenly he’s some kind of embarrassment.


All I can say in response is: Go to hell you Obama-shilling crybabies. Eastwood showed more grit and honestly in those few minutes than you water carriers have during your entire propaganda-for-the-collective careers.

What Eastwood did tonight was funnier, fresher, edgier, and braver than anything those comedy cowards Chris Rock, Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert have done in 15 years.

82 years-old, and Dirty Harry is still pissing all the right people off.

My hero.

But heed a warning here, you mock Eastwood at your peril. For my generation at least, Clint is our John Wayne. He is the age of most of our fathers. He has that same dogged determination, that ‘make my day/get off my lawn’ attitude that most of us responsible, law-abiding taxpayers grew up under. And we recognize that tone before a full sentence is even uttered. Pay attention and pay attention now, because I’m not going to say it again, punk. Pick on him, and you pick on our dads, our uncles, our grandfathers, our brothers. The bedrock generation of this nation.

Clint’s best line of the night, I think, was this:

…you, we — we own this country.
We — we own it. It is not you owning it, and not politicians owning it. Politicians are employees of ours.
And — so — they are just going to come around and beg for votes every few years. It is the same old deal. But I just think it is important that you realize , that you’re the best in the world. Whether you are a Democrat or Republican or whether you’re libertarian or whatever, you are the best. And we should not ever forget that. And when somebody does not do the job, we got to let them go.

Obama, et al., you’re fired.

Now get off my lawn.

Romney-Ryan It Is

The little hash tag tha could – #GIVEUSRYAN – coined by Stacy McCain and Ali Akbar flooded the twitternetz the last few days. The Romney campaign evidently got the message.

I got your “New Hope and Change” right here.

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