The Knuckle-Bumping Messiah
Perhaps it’s because I’m a populist or an elitist (pick one), but I find images of Barack and Michelle (Bachelle?) fist-bumping nauseating. The statement that I read in it — albeit, between the lines — is “if we do this, people will think we’re regular folk, just like them.” And why should this well-to-do, upper-crust, non-entertainment-industry couple get away with it? Well, because their skin is dark.
No doubt, plenty of “regular Americans” scarcely noticed when the silver spoons fell from their lips as they swooned at the gesture. (No doubt, some will take my reaction as an excuse to wallow in their moral superiority to a rubic carpenter with a “my use of cool words is bigger than yours” style, as a recent hate-email characterized my vocabulary.) I’ve yet to find the story in print, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the impact of myriad dunces falling for the script registered on the Richter scale.
I’m with Mark Steyn in this sentiment:
Speaking personally, I don’t want to remake America. I’m an immigrant and one reason I came here is because most of the rest of the western world remade itself along the lines Sen. Obama has in mind. This is pretty much the end of the line for me. If he remakes America, there’s nowhere for me to go — although presumably once he’s lowered sea levels around the planet there should be a few new atolls popping up here and there.