Better known as the five stages of grief—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. I have pretty much lived off anger and depression when it came to Obama. Denial never entered into it: I knew who and what he was, having known (and even been) people like him all my life. I have opposed what he represents for more than 13 years now. Hence the anger.
Bargaining? How do you bargain with someone whose attitude is “I won”? Someone who pretended to listen, but who excluded from legislation and the function of government all suggestions not his own? I didn’t want to stay angry (fertile as anger can be), but bargaining was as ephemeral as the evidence of global warming that so motivates Obama to…now, BTL, there’s that anger again. Don’t backslide.
So, I leapfrogged the pointlessness of bargaining to land in what was left to me: depression. I don’t like to admit it—depression is defeat, surrender—but it’s a logical extension of anger. In fact, psychology teaches that depression is anger turned inward. Whether it is or it isn’t, anger and depression are closely related. One can wash back and forth between them, as I did, and still do. But to paraphrase Dean Wormer in Animal House, depressed and angry is no way to go through life.
Acceptance, though? How do I accept anathema? If depression is surrender, what is acceptance but betrayal?
I suggest a different word and a different approach: acknowledgement. In the Kübler-Ross model, acceptance is the final step in dealing with something beyond our control, such as grief or loss. Disagreement with a president—even one as imperial and lawless as Obama, I say without anger or depression—is not that, however much it may feel like it some days. For us, the sun will still rise tomorrow. Accept that one day it will rise on a post-Obama world. Accept the country that foolishly elected him is still wise enough to reject his more dangerous ideas, that its people will see how they were played like a Stradivarius by a man who knew how they were tuned.
Aggie and I are ex-liberals, refugees from failed orthodoxies that either no longer spoke to us, or were blatantly insulting to our beliefs. We were literally immune to Obama’s sickening nonsense of hope’n’change. We knew that “if we were the ones we’ve been waiting for”, it was past time to leave. Many of you were also inoculated against his message, so beguiling to some, so vapid to us.
I write this today, because I’ve had a few bitter days since Obama’s invalid, illegal order to forgive and forget the criminal actions of millions of illegal aliens. I was crafting a post in my mind on the topic of disgust. But not disgust with Obama, or not just. My disgust was instead directed toward those who voted for him—and even then, not liberals (or not just). I get how he sounds to them. But how many Republicans or conservatives do we know who voted for him, perhaps twice, in spite of their better judgement?
Even in my superimposed state of Zen, I can feel the bile rising within at the thought of those people who were so willingly conned. The art of the con, remember, is in making the mark do what he thinks he wants, not what he thinks you want. Obama made these people feel good about voting for someone who so betrayed their belief in this country and the role of government. They wouldn’t have voted for the Reverends Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton, but they eagerly voted for someone who for decades embraced the theology of a pastor who made those two sound like Jerry Falwell. Obama made no secret of who he was—how could he? It was in the public record, not least in his Bill Ayers-authored biography, Made Up Dreams From His Father and Composite Girlfriend.
And they voted for him. They are the ones who made him president. Not David Axelrod, not liberal Democrats, certainly not Obama himself. Obama was the most radical candidate to run for president not named Gus Hall, yet he won thanks to the votes of the useful idiots of the Republican Party. (I guess I’m not totally over the anger yet.)
Judging by his latest poll numbers, Obama has lost that lovin’ feeling among all but the most parched of Kool-Aid drinkers. His actions now are those of a petulant loser, cheered on by a dwindling mob, barely tolerated by the once-adoring masses. These fiats carry the authority of the office (ebbing every day), but not the force of law. Indeed, they are literally against the law. As commenter David D. noted the other day, they are more inactions than actions. He will carry on not deporting the people he has been not deporting all along. Nothing has changed. To his addled supporters, this is what was meant by “going big”.
But it was barely two weeks earlier that the Obama administration had received its death blow in the midterm elections. The public had already rejected him. Call the amnesty “Obama’s Revenge”—just as painful and unpleasant as Montezuma’s, and not much longer lasting. Both shall pass.
I suppose I owe my greatest debt of gratitude for my new insight to Obama himself. As he demonstrates every Saturday (or the occasional Sunday, depending on the weather), it’s all good:
President Obama has traded GOP rancor and late-fall temperatures in Washington for a golf outing with Derek Jeter at the nicest golf resort in Las Vegas.
Obama, the retired New York Yankees shortstop and two Las Vegas businessmen were playing golf at Shadow Creek, which describes itself as a “masterpiece” course “sculpted from the Nevada desert by renowned architect Tom Fazio.”
“Once the domain of only a privileged few, the natural splendor of this monument to the imagination and classic golf course design stands today ready to be shared,” the website says.
Shared by business moguls, Yankee multi-millionaire playboys, and populist posers, they mean.
Obama is spending the weekend near Las Vegas after delivering a speech at a school here on Friday. He returned to Del Sol High School, where in 2013 he called on Congress to pass comprehensive immigration reform legislation.
The speech was Obama’s only public event scheduled for his weekend in the Nevada desert; but the mid-60s forecast and the area’s preponderance of golf resorts left little question what the president would occupy himself with over the two days.
If he doesn’t take this sh*t seriously, why should we?