Chabon on occasion attempts to pass himself off as writer of "literature" (or at least writes sophisticated cartoons); now, on that bastion of Tory Marxism, the Washington Post, Chabon offers up his reflections on ObamaCult. Those who don't care for Obama's campaign simply fear BO's Power (and his powerful message of....Hope and Change, presumably), according to that great political philosopher Chabon:
"""""The point of Obama's candidacy is that the damaged state of American democracy is not the fault of George W. Bush and his minions, the corporate-controlled media, the insurance industry, the oil industry, lobbyists, terrorists, illegal immigrants or Satan. The point is that this mess is our fault. We let in the serpents and liars, we exchanged shining ideals for a handful of nails and some two-by-fours, and we did it by resorting to the simplest, deepest-seated and readiest method we possess as human beings for trying to make sense of the world: through our fear. America has become a phobocracy.
Since I started talking and writing about Obama I have come to see that this ruling fear, and nothing else, lies at the back of every objection or reservation people raise or harbor regarding the man and his candidacy.
Fear whispers to us that white voters have a nasty tendency to tell pollsters, friends and neighbors that they support an African American candidate, then go into the voting booth and let the fear known as racism pull the lever.""""
Pull that lever, citizen! What a load of scheisse. Chabon's half-baked leftist-moralism embodies the problems with the
Chabon's essay demonstrates the absurdities of the hysteria-crats, the Kossack-herd, and ObamaCult members. Note the loaded language, implied and/or explicit value judgments, if not a nearly bolshevik rage. A “rat’s nest”, serpents, etc. You’d think he was discussing Munich 1925 or so.
Rage is what the left now feeds on. Rage also fueled Stalin’s NVDK, and the Maoists. Indeed, that sort of irrational, plebian rage (anti-Due Process as well) arguably creates a rightist, if not fascist backlash. At that point, one decides: you, Chandala-crat, may ride with Zhukov and the plebes. Ich bin mit Feldmarshall Jodl.