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Obama, like Clinton, went to college, where they studied nothing practical like chemistry or computer science, but the mush of liberal arts, and then they both went to law school. Both men married bitter, angry women from Chicago who, like their husbands, went to law school. These four have spent their entire professional lives in law or in politics.
Watch how "Barry" behaves. Listen to his words. Ignore the inflection in his voice, his body language, his facial expressions, the fawning media, and all the distractions of meaning: listen to his words. He says nothing, just as Bill Clinton said nothing, and if you aren't really paying attention, it sounds good.
Long before Clinton was president, I introduced him as a speaker at a regional convention in Little Rock. He knew absolutely nothing about the convention or the organization he was addressing (and I mean nothing.) Yet Clinton got up, gave an engaging conversational speech, and sat down next to me to loud and sincere applause. Then-Governor Clinton turned to me and asked "What do we do now?"
Until that morning, I had been a mild a fan of Clinton. His image was as a genuinely moderate Democrat, chastened by one gubernatorial defeat, who represented a wing of the Democrat Party which was trying to be pragmatic and responsible: If Clinton could pull Democrats to the center, then good for him. The term "Slick Willie," which I had heard many times, had no clear meaning until I saw a purely political animal, a creature who craved popularity and power for its own sake, someone whose whole life had been immersed in a sort of childlike unreality.
We are finding that President Obama is really "Slick Barry," just as President Clinton was "Slick Willie." I believe it is a mistake to associate either man with passionate political or ideological beliefs. These perpetual adolescents believe in their own magic, their ability to charm the other kids who came from nuclear families in middle class neighborhoods, their craving insistence to turn everyone into someone who likes them. It is all about them as they vainly struggle to fill a void in the deepest part of the heart.
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