(Via Publius Forum) This article on the coming Great Netroot Betrayal by the President on health care can’t be for real: it’s too perfect a stereotype of the Aging White Liberal Boomer. From the generally aggrieved and petulant tone to the dreadlocks; from the need to politicize the personal to the need to personalize the political; and from the familiarity toward believed friends to the ugly hatred towards perceived enemies; it’s like Anne Lamott fell out of the Lefty Tropes Tree and hit every branch on the way down.
If you doubt that, read this paragraph:
We did not know exactly how you [President Barack Obama] would proceed to restore our beloved Constitution. It seemed beyond redemption, like my kitchen floor did briefly last week after my dog, Bodhi, accidentally ate 24 corn bread muffins. You said you would push back your sleeves and begin, that it would take all of us working harder than we ever had before, but that you would lead. While acknowledging the financial and moral devastation of the last eight years, you said you would start by giving your people healthcare. You would do battle with the conservatives and insurance companies. You said in your beautiful way many times that this was the overarching moral and spiritual issue of our times, and we understood this to mean that you took this to be your Selma, your Little Rock.
If I was writing a parody of the type, this is the paragraph that I would write to clue everybody in that it was all a joke. I mean, come on: naming the dog “Bodhi?” That’s perfect absurdity.
Crossposted to Moe Lane.