Obama Preaches to His Choir
Posted by Ryan on August 29, 2008
Last night, Barack Obama accepted his nomination for President and gave “The American Promise” speech. No ceiling could tame this monster, but perhaps 85,000 mind-numbed rubes at the oddly phallic Invesco Field Obamapolis would suffice!
The speech was well delivered, but I’ve seen him better. Its content was remarkably average for a “hope and change” candidate. He wrecked on Ronald the Great and tried to write an epitaph for Conservatism. He challenged McCain to a debate (though McCain challenged him to 10 in June), had the audacity to use the phrase “brother’s keeper” twice, and promised to end our pain and solve life’s problems for the masses. By the way, it’s “never been about [Obama]….” Right.
Typical liberal bilge and run-of-the-mill convention-style red meat, but two things really bothered me about the speech:
Firstly, his mention of Martin Luther King Jr. and the 45th anniversary of the “I Have a Dream” speech seemed muted and down right obligatory. Obama was in a unique situation to evoke the power of the message Dr. King gave that day, without comparing himself to King while bringing home Obama’s place in history. Yet, he blew it. I’m not rooting for Obama, but that’s a powerful card he should have played respectfully. Or perhaps he just couldn’t have pulled it off.
Secondly, the Obama Nation and the Obamapolis. The tears were obnoxious. In contrast, back in 2004 Bush evoked his conversation with a mother of a fallen soldier, tears welled up and should have — powerful mental images, powerful example in consequential times. The Obama Nation are simply swept up in the power of the European-style personality cult which surrounds The One. Nothing in the substance of the speech last night, under normal circumstances, should have created a deluge of tears like what we saw. Plus, when the speech ended, the fireworks display, the intense music coupled with the cult-worship of the Empty Suit seriously reminded me of something out of Nuremberg in the 1930s.