Adlai Stevenson could talk through his nose pretty good, but Ike won World War II.Kennedy was such a fine intellectual he convinced Nikita Khruschev he could get away with all sorts of mischief.
Now comes the new Camelot, Scamelot, and Hussein's such a brainiac all his records are sealed.
He won the Pak-Smack Chair at Columbia, got to Harvard on the Al-Mansour/Saudi Prince Alwaleed bin Talal Scholarship, was a star in shoveling other peoples' money into radical black holes--and still had time to insult Clarence Thomas as not intelligent enough.
This guy's a poseur--didn't write his own book, can't write his own speeches, obviously can't set his alarm clock to get to Senate hearings.
His idea of the Great Books are a shelf on Malcolm X, a Cone, Das Kapital, the Koran and a PDR.
Hussein does have a narcissus complex creating a Zone of Submission around his person which has now expanded to several thousand miles.
Jesse Jackson once described Bill Clinton as having no principles, that at his core there was nothing but an appetite.
And Michelle grew up in Jesse's house, and would know an appetite when she sees one.
Behold, in the spirit of those products of Ayers' Acme Radical Factory comes the rough beast slouching toward Washington so unlettered he cannot locate the certificate of his birth but must have facsimiles forged weekly to satisfy growing curiosity.
He is no mechanic of intellect, only an operator putting three shells into play, palming the pea.
History and mythology abound with cures for such hubris, melted wings, an eternal boulder, a hook in a Roman square.
Change is not a policy--unless you are a Marxist-jihadist with a lethal race hatred, and a puppet of the enemies of the nation.