Sideshow Barry

When faced by mounting pressure over an unconstitutional NSA spying program, your signature health care ‘reform’ package going up like a flaming bag of dog shit in your hand and the Al Qaeda bogeyman isn’t as scary as it once was there is one thing left. Bring out the weapons of mass distraction. A week after further tainting the office of the presidency by appearing on the odious Jay Leno Show, the Obama regime has announced that next week El Presidente will be honoring the 1972 Miami Dolphins team at the White House. Ironic in that the 17-0 fish missed out on the traditional visit by Super Bowl winners because Richard M. Nixon was besieged by the Watergate scandal. Well, Tricky Dick had nothing on Bamboozle Em Barry when it came to running a huge global spy network although given Nixon’s legendary paranoia he would have likely been as infatuated by the capabilities of such given today’s high technology as Joseph Goebbels would have been impressed with the U.S. corporate-state propaganda machine.

Make no mistake, the announcement of the Dolphins ceremony is pure propaganda, just as last week’s vomit inducing news of awarding of the Medal of Freedom to Oprah Winfrey was. Oprah, whose ongoing contribution to society is that she is able to mesmerize millions as though they are some sort of cult and many of them would probably eat a bowl of the aforementioned dog shit on her command but really, what has she really done? Other than being a donor to Obama that is. Winfrey, pleasingly plumb again and fresh off of playing the race card over an ugly snit in a posh Switzerland boutique will be joined by honorees "Mr. Cub" Ernie Banks a former baseball player and of course Slick Willie himself. Really pretty trashy stuff but it the sort of celebrity worship that Americans revel in.  

God only knows what sort of trickery is being plotted on Obama's vacation at swank Martha's Vineyard where he will spend time swilling expensive wine and noshing on buluga caviar and arugula with the filthy rich. Undoubtedly Obama will spend his tax-payer funded soiree fist bumping with celebrity donors, hedge fund hyenas and other members of the elite who will have more input than the average American voter when it comes to any of his special interest group favoring policies. The stench of more of the same type of illicit political-big money fornication will be heavy in the Cape Cod air this week as the ground is laid for the insidious insider Larry Summers as Ben Bernanke's successor at The Fed. Summers, the very epitome of the swine who wrecked the economy was a Bill Clinton co-conspirator in the overturn of The Glass-Steagall Act which separated commercial and investment banking and when eliminated effectively turned Wall Street into one big tax payer subsidized casino. Summers another Robert Rubin acolyte, once enthroned in the Marriner S. Eccles Building will ensure that the game stays rigged by continuing the government manipulation of the markets in what I call crack-ho economics. The equities bubble continues to be inflated by the ongoing Fed Quantitative Easing program yet ordinary Americans are faced with mounting inflation, crappier jobs with longer hours and diminishing benefits. The only benefits from this outrageous scam are Obama's buddies in their posh digs at Martha's Vineyard, in The Hamptons and other enclaves for the new robber barons. When it comes down to it, Barry has their backs and they know it, he serves them and will probably have his own pad on Martha's Vineyard once he leaves office. 

No matter that the rest of the country will be in smoking ruins and impoverished by his reign, he like Bush and Clinton will be set for life. The media of course is in on the con, they know fully well who butters their bread. Why report on real issues when you can trot out a gaggle of geriatric former athletes whose poor sportsmanship is an affront to the concept of what the game used to mean. The survivors of Don Shula's undefeated 1972 squad regularly make a big show of popping the champagne corks and toasting their own eternal greatness whenever the last unbeaten team goes down. They probably had their cardiologists on call back when the 19-0 Patriots went into the final minutes of Super Bowl XLII with the lead that would render them irrelevant but luck prevailed and the New York Giants stunned them with a late comeback for the win. 

I don’t know if you have ever seen the brilliant social satire Idiocracy but we are now living it.