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The soul of wit: Boiling Obama down to his essence

This is Melanie Phillips in the Spectator:

You have to pinch yourself – a Marxisant radical who all his life has been mentored by, sat at the feet of, worshipped with, befriended, endorsed the philosophy of, funded and been in turn funded, politically promoted and supported by a nexus comprising black power anti-white racists, Jew-haters, revolutionary Marxists, unrepentant former terrorists and Chicago mobsters, is on the verge of becoming President of the United States. And apparently it’s considered impolite to say so.

Now that’s good writing, just blistering concision. It’s 76 words, and I’ll bet she could recite it with passion in less than 30 seconds. It would be sweet if a 529 group were to televise this message nationwide.

John McCain is cold oatmeal, and I can’t imagine that anyone except his wife wants him to be president of the United States. But everything in Obama’s background comprises a sound reason to fear what he will do as president, particularly in the company of Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid. At a minimum, we’re about to fail to learn yet again what made the Great Depression so lengthy and so painful. But the thug tactics Obama and his minions deploy give us good reason to fear a Hugo Chavez, Norte-Americano-style.

I’m not picking a fight. Both of these goons are national socialists, lacking all conviction but full of passionate intensity. McCain is nothing to be preferred. But Obama strikes me as a cipher very much to be shunned. The worst of it is, we won’t know the worst about Obama until after it’s too late. The blood-dimmed tide is loosed. May god spare us the oceans of blood that swept over us the last time we elected a socialist in a recession.