Picture someone (perhaps yourself) in what seems like a stable, mutually gratifying romantic relationship. You know this guy thinks the world of his girlfriend, and happily accepts her imperfections because they are far outweighed by her positive attributes and her overall allure. Most of all, the guy has serious and solid hopes about the future…until one day, things fall apart for whatever reason. Be it a result of his girlfriend’s meeting someone else, her accepting a job in another state, or plain old whimsy, the guy finds himself dumped.
At first he’s just shell-shocked. He doesn’t know what to think and he’s fixated on both what-might-have-beens and, perversely, the high points of the union that was and is no more. But it isn’t long before creeping sullenness sets in. The guy seeks out companionship with friends who will support him unconditionally in whatever way seems appropriate. Intellect starts to meld with, or infect, raw emotion, and it’s not long before he might even be heard to say:
“She was just a fat stupid bitch anyway.”
Now this is outlandish on his face. People don’t fall and stay in love with people they believe are unattractive, dumb, or difficult to be around. But the guy is so deep in the jaws of savagely satisfying resentment that he may actually believe what he’s telling his buddies, who are all to happy to agree with him (or keep quiet if they see the process for what it is). He’s so awash in hurt on one side and powerless on the other that he has gone well beyond the rationalizing away of his previous feelings of affection and hope–a natural enough reaction–and actually has himself convinced that his ex is an evil character and that he’s only now coming to accept the truth.
This extended metaphor formed in my head during a run through the warming New Hampshire woods this afternoon. I’d read a letter to the editor in which yet another wounded voter was claiming that Obama had never supplied a real birth certificate and was therefore not a U.S. citizen. This commenter was so sure of this, in fact, that he supplied the claim parenthetically–the whole sentence was, “The US Constitution kept prayers out of classrooms but it failed to keep Obama (who was not born in the U.S.) from being our president,” which is obviously even worse.
I love how a bunch of muddle-headed and resentful Internet clowns think that they have been able to figure out something that every Republican in Congress has not. Do they really think that if there were any truth to this “not a citizen” meme, it somehow wouldn’t have been uncovered during the 2008 campaign by McCain staffers, investigative reporters, or others with a little more proximity to evidence than the average twit with an Internet connection and a beer can in his non-mouse-clicking hand?
Of course, many of these same people also say that Obama wants to literally destroy the United States; that he is a communist, a socialist, a Marxist, a terrorist, or some combination, that he is responsible for the economic mess the country is in, despite the fact that Bush was the president from 2001 to 2009 (and faced with this challenge they’ll claim that it’s really the congressional Dems who ruined everything in that period. Best of all, they will assert that Obama is, two months into his term, officially a categorical failure.
These are absurdities, and while the dumbest of the dumb may really believe such ideas, I think most of them stem from the same sort of resentment coupled to powerlessness I tried to illustrate with my jilted-lover example. They know they’re full of shit, but they’re so furious and aghast at Obama having won the election that they refuse to move past it. They see elections as wars rather than as means of selecting candidates who will hopefully govern with good intentions and treat their offices with respect. They’re patriots, but only when the right guy is leading the charge. They’re in love with their lady America and madly dry-hump the floor about what a great and powerful nation she is–except suddenly, now that a commulibtard is the president, America is actually a sneering, flabby-assed bitch with a harelip and halitosis. And was all along.
Guess what, folks. Your candidate lost. No, really. It wasn’t the MSM, it was the ballot box. So instead of a coke-snorting, self-interested redneck of privilege in the White House, there sits an articulate mixed-race man with manifest ideals. Live with it, and just be grateful that there’s no intelligence test as a voting requirement in this country. Obama won’t turn out to be perfect, and may not even turn out to be adequate, but the least people on the other side of the aisle can do if they’re not going to stand behind their own president is stop blathering well-discredited fiction about him. People who hated Bush mostly hated him precisely because they wanted a better nation, not because they cared about his political affiliation. Not so with this screaming mob, whose members clearly hate the fact that they can’t stop fantasizing an America that picked up and bolted for the horizon months ago.