Diary

Rastafarians Goofed

The Rastafarians didn’t quite get it right. They imagined Haile Selassie to be The Lion of Judah, I and I, God incarnate. It turns out they failed to anticipate the coming of the god of this age, another “Son of Africa”—Muammar Gaddifi’s term—the divine Barack Hussein Obama. If anybody deserves the title of “I and I”, it’s Barry O, the Narcissist-In-Chief. And the Queen of Heaven isn’t much better. As George Will notes:

 

In the 41 sentences of her remarks, Michelle Obama used some form of the personal pronouns “I” or “me” 44 times. Her husband was, comparatively, a shrinking violet, using those pronouns only 26 times in 48 sentences. Still, 70 times in 89 sentences conveyed the message that somehow their fascinating selves were what made, or should have made, Chicago’s case compelling.

 

The Royal Couple came sweeping into Copenhagen at the last minute as jet-set potentates supremely confident in the obeisance of the faithful.

 

But it turned out the self-referential and self-revering Obama speeches were cloying and nettling to the attentive IOC voting bloc. Barry’s blathering the same old tired platitudes—“represents what’s best about our humanity”—didn’t exactly help either. Even the Europeans were seeing through the Obamas in their pretentious insipid vanity. No wonder they blew it.