Bob Cesca at Huffington Post enjoys how President Obama is driving the right wing even further around the bend.
The historical record of far-right ridiculousness has been well-documented here and throughout the blogosphere.
Who can forget Michelle Malkin’s inspired cheerleader skit? Or when Rush Limbaugh mocked a guy’s Parkinson’s Disease tremors. What about John Boehner’s public sobbing jags? Pat Robertson insisting he could leg-press 2,000 pounds. Sarah Palin’s turkey geeker photo op. George W. Bush telling us that Iraq is a “peeance freeance.” Remember when Bill O’Reilly shouted down the son of a 9/11 victim? Already, we’re talking about a mélange of weirdness and upside-down logic suitable for the ages, and that’s all prior to January 20, 2009.
But I don’t think we ever anticipated that the presidency of Barack Obama would, among other things, send the far-right into a freakazoid display of shockingly deranged conniptions and outright crazy talk — their manic hyperdrive engines, fueled by Rush Limbaugh’s gesticulating arm flab, blasting them out of their political Mos Eisley cantina scene and expelling them a thousand parsecs beyond the zero barrier of insanity.
Just to be clear, I’m not talking about the lies or distortions or their utter lack of credibility (zero cred) on broad-ranging issues like, you know, foreign policy and the economy. What we have here is the equivalent level of chaos as, say, the first group therapy scene from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. In other words: a total berserker meltdown.
They have indeed totally lost their shpadoinkle and despite purely involuntary spikes in my blood pressure, it’s so much fun to watch. By successfully debunking their lies, rising above their bait and merely presenting a contrast of character, President Obama is making the Republican A-listers appear small, petty and absolutely befuddled.
It may not be as tasty as Top Chef, as chic as Project Runway, or as completely befuddling as Lost, but it is must-see TV to see the wing-nuts dudgeon drawn up to dizzying heights.
What’s even funnier is that the Orcosphere has gone into full transference mode; they flatter themselves into thinking that their brickbats, catcalls, and fearmongering is making an impact on President Obama or those of us who are the targets of their gnat-attack. Actually, Mr. Obama seems to be laughing it off, which pisses them off even more, and we get to watch because it’s fun. At some point the wingers will go completely kablooie, like a watermelon at a Gallagher show, and the only thing we’ll have to worry about is keeping the jetsam of exploding heads off of our clothes.