Why I Hate Obama

I may not even come close to the readership of John Judis and The New Republic, but as a believer in an equal right to rant, I see his "I Hate Bush," and raise him one "I Hate Obama." The picture accompanying this article is only one of the reasons I feel so strongly about this miserable excuse for an American President.

When I saved the photo, I called it "Obama's Nuts." I'll leave it to the reader to discern what I meant by that. But I will say "nuts" to any president who thinks holding his crotch instead of putting his hand over his heart during the playing of the Star Spangled Banner is appropriate. This is a president who thinks that patriotism is unsophisticated, and in any event, no different from what people of other nations feel about their countries. There is some accuracy in that assessment, but accuracy is not the same as truth or understanding. Yes, Greeks may feel that way about their country, but so did the Nazis. American exceptionalism was definitely not in Obama's education.

I despise the man's arrogance, and this comes from a writer who is well aware of his own flaw of arrogance. But Obama's is the arrogance either of ignorance, or willful blindness. And while we're at it, let's talk about his alleged education which he and his handlers use in order to patronize 95% of the American people. I can't deny that he attended Columbia and Harvard Law, but he also attended Occidental, which is not exactly a top-tier school. I hate being patronized by faux intellectuals with no serious credentials. So where is the record of what he accomplished? At least we have Michelle's nearly illiterate Master's thesis to look at.

I don't hate him for being a socialist. I hate him for lying to the American people by denying that he's a socialist. I hate the way he tried to sneak anti-American avowed Marxists past the American people and into his administration. I hate the way he lied about knowing their pasts until he was caught red-handed. I hate that he claims his mentors were all social progressives rather than the large number of America-hating radical leftists that they were (and are). Which leads me to why I hate him for throwing his allies under the bus rather than stand by his very conscious choice of friends. Weather underground terrorist and Obama confidante Willam Ayers has so far gotten a pass.

I don't hate him for his religion, or lack thereof. But I hate the black liberation theology preached by his pastor of twenty years, Jeremiah Wright. I hate that Obama lied about knowing exactly what Wright believed and preached, including the very presidential proclamation "God damn America." I hate that he repeats the leftist mantra that "Islam is the religion of peace." I hate that he denies just how deeply his father's Marxist version of Islam advised his own beliefs in life. His father's dream was a black, Marxist Islamic world, and the title of his book was "Dreams From My Father," not "Dreams Of My Father's."

I hate his moral equivalencies, particularly when it comes to the "one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter" logic. I hate that he is such a buffoon when making his messianic tours of the world. I hate that he can't distinguish friend from foe. I hate that he treats the Queen of England as if she were the washerwoman, but bows deeply to the Saudi king and the Japanese emperor. I hate that he stumbles around like a bull in a diplomatic china shop yet thinks he is the height of diplomatic sophistication. I hate that he treated Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu like an uninvited homeless person at the White House, while making Marxist crook SEIU president Andy Stern his most frequent and honored guest.

I hate that he uses his socialist schemes to weaken national security by putting us into perpetual debt, largely to inimical foreign nations. I hate that he has neither respect nor understanding for the great American military which has kept us free to elect idiots to the presidency. I hate that he refuses to acknowledge the rightness of American strength while at the same time treating generals and admirals as political toy-soldiers. I hate that he is unable to distinguish between nuance and cowardice. I hate that he conflates "democracy" with "Democrats."

I hate that he thinks that "change" is automatically a good thing. The Germans got change in 1939. The Russians got change in 1919. And the Chinese got change in 1948. I hate that he doesn't understand the old saying that "communism is just socialism in a hurry." I hate that he thinks his job is to reign rather than to govern. I hate that he thinks that anyone who disagrees with him is a fascist, a racist, an ignoramus, a terrorist, or some combination of all of those.

I hate that he thinks it's necessary for his none-too-bright wife to make multiple public appearances telling us mere peasants how we ought to live, what we ought to eat, how we ought to rear our children, and how we should accept that government knows best. I hate that a man who is half-black, half-white poses as a racial healer when he clearly identifies not only exclusively with the black side, but with the radical white-hating black side.

I hate that he claims to be a constitutional scholar, when in fact he despises the Constitution and considers it an impediment to progressive, modern governance. I hate that he intentionally misstates portions of the Constitution and longstanding legal precedent, then denies that he could possibly be wrong or have a "living Constitution" agenda.

I hate the Harvard-educated monotone and inflection he uses when trying to prove how smart and deliberative he is, followed by campaign stops in which he sounds like an undeducated rube dropping g's all over the place and shouting like a tent-meeting Elmer Gantry. I hate that Mussolini-chin delivery during which he says something really stupid then defies anyone to disagree with him. I hate the acting-class, high-school debate style that he adopts when lecturing us neanderthals--look to the left, look to the right, look to the future, and repeat as necessary. At least when Bush said he admired the Grecians and had misunderestimated something, it was genuine.

I hate that he runs the country via TelePrompter but gets a free pass from the fellow-traveling mainstream press when he goes off-script and really fouls up the works. More than that, I hate that his speechwriters and handlers write him a script whereby he either denies that he said what he said or that we are simply too stupid to understand what he meant when he went off-script and sounded slightly bonkers.

Most of all, I hate that he has made me hate him. When I was a radical New Leftist, I didn't hate Ronald Reagan. In fact, I rather admired his ability to throw our angry rhetoric right back in our faces. I didn't hate Richard Nixon even though his paranoia led him to make many very sleazy and even illegal decisions. But I never doubted he loved America, even if he went about it all wrong. As a conservative Democrat in my middle years, I never hated Jimmy Carter. I just considered him weak and indecisive and without a plan, and voted for that selfsame Reagan in 1980.

Even upon my final epiphany at which point I became a conservative, I never hated Bill Clinton. I thought he did some good things, and a lot of dumb things, but I couldn't help but think of him as a lovable rogue. I even forgave him that wife of his. And again, I never doubted that Clinton loved America.

So maybe I should just take psychobabble to heart, contemplate my navel for awhile, then announce, "Mr. Obama, it's not you that I hate, it's what you've done."