If only we'd known.
Here's my favorite line of truthspeak from this cretin Peter Berkowitz, who appropriately is a "Fellow" at the aptly named Hoover Institution - which means, I imagine, that he can wear a dress under lederhosen and chaps and not be considered weird at their secret parties:
|“||Bush hatred and Obama euphoria typically coexist in the same soul. And it is disproportionately members of the intellectual and political class in whose souls they flourish.||”|
Lord Fellow Berkowitz needs to put both of his monocles on and go amongst the common folk, methinks, in their tatters and rags and hovels, to seek out the reality of Bush hatred and Obama love.
I'm privileged to work everyday with the children of middle and working class and poor parents, white and black and hispanic, and this election has made it abundantly clear to me that Bush hatred and Obama love cross the class and race lines that dunderheads like Berkowitz like to raise between us. Also clear has became the reality that Berkowitz and his ilk do not and never will understand the truth about these impassioned feelings they despise. One doesn't need to be an airy ivory-towered intellectual leftist to hate Bush and love Obama. One only needs to care about the future.
It's almost funny, really. Here's an elitist of the intellectual and political right condemning the elitists of the intellectual and political left (without drawing the left-right distinction but merely slamming them for having brains) for all of the woes which will now befall the country under President Obama. And he's doing it while stoking the fires of the culture wars, re-writing history to make the Obama election look the end result of a bunch of reasonless, emotionally overwrought zealots of the intellectual class leading the blind, ignorant, equally reasonless lower classes to their doom.
"Pity the poor and the stupid for not having their own opinions! Why didn't they listen to their Republican betters? Woe is the nation!" I bet there are a lot of very bitter parties at the Hoover Institution these days. I love the name, too: "Institution" is so much more suggestive of a large, gray, featureless building in which lunatics are locked away from the public than "Institute."
Sometimes, doncha just want a revolution?