Sharing breathing space with Obama

Originally published at Notes from the bunker…. You can comment here or there.

From the “You Couldnt Make This Up If You Tried” Department….

Wanna take a guess where I was the last few days? I was at a college commencement ceremony in Ann Arbor where the guest speaker was…wait for it…..Obama. Yes, thats right…I got to see “The One” up close (well, about 250 yards away) and personal (or as personal as a guy who only says whats on a teleprompter can be).  He gave a wonderful speech that had almost nothing to do with the graduates (the ostensible reason for him being there) and was more about, unsurprisingly, himself. He went on about how we can agree to disagree but that the name-calling of terms like “socialist” and “soviet-style takeover” were uncalled for and unproductive. I thought it was a bit hypocritical since his supporters have no problem using terms like ‘racist’ for anyone who disagrees with his policies.

What was security like? Interesting. For about a block around the stadium there was no civilian traffic..you had to walk in. No bags, no camera cases, no umbrellas, no camera tripods, no water bottles. Electronic devices were cool as were phones and cameras. The actual metal detector screening process was faster and less intrusive than airport security. Streets that led to the stadium were blocked off with heavy equipment or fire trucks. Sewer openings were modified to prevent access and show any signs of tampering. Barry O came in on three helicopters…obviously to confuse any poor bastard that managed to scrape up a MANPAD and the temerity to use it. I’ve no doubt that radio and phone freq’s were being monitored. There were, of course, the guys on the roof with binoculars scanning the crowds as well as the sterotypical SS guys who looked like the Blues Brothers. Of course, their purpose was to keep you looking at them and not at the SS guys you couldnt see who were mixed into the crowd.

What was tremendously disturbing was the cult of personality that was present. These kids at the graduation were around 21 years old. Their first vote for President was, apparently, for HopeyChangey Guy. They applauded and cheered like he had actually, you know, done something. I would bet you money that not one of them could explain why any of his policies were good or bad…they’d just regurgitate the party line of ‘inherited this mess’ and ‘hope and change’ without actually having any idea about the consequences theyre going to face in a few years when all that ‘hope and change’ hits them like ton of bricks.

It was a stadium that held about 100,000 people, Im told.  The way they all jumped to their feet and cheered when the helicopter came into view was the sort of thing that would have sent Leni Riefenstahl dashing for a camera. It was like being in a room full of preschool kids who wet their pants with glee when Barney the Dinosaur walks into the room. The grownups know what a ridiculous farce it is but the kids just eat it up because they dont know better. I was willing to listen to the guy’s speech but I sure as hell wasnt going to stand up for him when he got on stage…I’ll respect him when he respects me.

Unfortunately, of the thousands of students that were graduating there (giving great, sincere, heartfelt statements about their commitments to ’social justice’ and the environment) most of them are Kool-Aid drinkers of the highest order and, sadly, will be the faces running whats left of this country in a few years. Orwell said “If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face — forever”…I think I had a chance to see a possible vision of the future – its a bunch of twentysomethings with no idea of what the role of .gov should or should not be and no sense of the Pandora’s Box theyre opening when they cheer and encourage more and more .gov in their lives.

:::shrug:::

I suppose every generation says that about the next one, but the way these people just rolled on their backs like puppies wanting their bellies rubbed by their Great Leader was just disturbing.