Sultan Knish
The outcome of the debate between Obama and Romney had less to do with
any extraordinary qualities possessed by Mitt Romney than with the
purely ordinary qualities of Barack Obama. No matter how much Team Obama
tried to warn the media faithful against any enthusiasm, the
expectations were high and remained high until the Chicago Messiah began
to speak. And then there was nothing.
Obama did not blatantly fail. He didn't forget the number of states or
stand there stammering for five minutes before throwing a chair and
storming off the stage. That would have been extraordinary. Instead his
performance was ordinary, a bland heavily rehearsed stew of big
government talking points with nothing behind them. It lacked confidence
and inspired no confidence.
Romney did not come to the debate and deliver a brilliant performance.
The former Massachusetts governor is not Ronald Reagan. He was just
qualified and that word is more damning than any other because it
highlights Obama's incompetence. His debate performance was the work of a
professional politician who prepped for it, as he preps for everything.
Mitt had spent most of his life talking to people and trying to convince
them of various things, religious, economic or political. His way of
doing that is through methodical preparation for a presentation that
convinces people of whatever he is trying to sell them on. He's not
particularly charismatic, but he is qualified. And qualification means
working to exceed the standards of your chosen profession.
Obama has spent most of his life convincing people that he is qualified
for things that he isn't qualified for. He has faked his biography a
disturbing number of times, padded out his resume and leaped from
position to position until he became the living embodiment of the Peter
Principle. He doesn't work for things, but skates by on doing the least
amount of work possible. When he falls behind, then he quickly tries to
get up to speed and dives in while hoping that no one notices.
That is what happened at the debate where Obama gave the kind of
performance you would expect from an Illinois Congressman, which is the
job that he should have had about now. And had he been running for that
position, few would have questioned his abilities or qualifications.
But it's not an acceptable performance from a presidential candidate.
Romney is a qualified professional. Obama is a talented amateur. None of
that is really new. What is new is the product comparison that the
debate made possible.
We've all seen ridiculous trends take off, bad art, bad music and bad
writing. The power of such trends is that they exist in isolation. They
are either so different as to be presented as incomparable or comparison
is carefully avoided. A legendary image is manufactured for their
creators. They are iconized and elevated to a unique stature so that no
one can possibly judge their worth by a real world metric.
The iconization of Obama elevated an ordinary ambitious junior machine
pol with a funky bio to the status of a deity. And it was done by
singling him out, by treating him as a unique incomparable quantity, a
force of history, a living embodiment of poetry, a racial healer and a
thousand other empty titles. All of those were meant to avoid comparing
Obama with anything else, except the occasional iconic dead president.
On stage at the debate, Obama did not seem unique. He seemed like a
shorter surlier version of the icon, a politician blathering endlessly
about the things that politicians bleat on about, promises, jokes that
seemed witty on paper at 1 AM, long defensive ramblings about his
record. He didn't lose by losing, he lost by destroying his own
iconography.
Suddenly Obama could be compared to another human being. Suddenly he was
standing next to that human being and fumbling with his lines and
looking withered. Suddenly he was not a trend, an icon, a glorious new
future, but only human. Suddenly there was nothing special about him at
all.
Every rock star, every shiny new writer, every bright new thing hits
that moment of unspecialness sooner or later, because specialness can
only be sustained in isolation. It requires faith and denial that begins
to fall apart when the special thing can be compared to the work of its
peers and is found wanting. And then what seemed like genius becomes
only a resonance, an echo that people wanted to believe in because they
were bored or hopeless and wanted something new and special to save
them.
The pathological investment of the media in Obama demanded that he be
larger than life, so they made him larger than life. Like idiot
tinsmiths, they made their own god and forgot that they made him and
that being made of tin, he will melt if the temperature is high enough.
The cult of Obama has needed to believe in him. And at the debate he let
them down by not being extraordinary and by seeming only human next to
Romney. The media had been complaining for a while that the magic was
gone. But the "magic", as with so many of these trends, is not in the
speaker, it's in the audience.
Years ago the media had already become atheists in denial, trying hard
to recapture the magic of '08 and blaming themselves and then their man
for not feeling it anymore. The truth is that after Bush they needed
someone to believe in and they found him. Obama's extraordinary nature
was as fake as the rest of his bio. He wasn't special, he was just there
when they needed him. Now he isn't.
Obama was a story that the left told itself and then they told it to us.
The debate doesn't end the story, but it hurts the story. Belief is
reserved for extraordinary things. Faith is for amazing things, not for
ordinary politicians who do the minimum amount of work and stand there
droning on stage about technical differences. Only fools put their faith
in that.
It's hard to tell that the emperor is naked, if you never see him next
to a man with clothes on. Unique, you come to think that it's perfectly
normal for him to be naked. That this is what an emperor is. And no
matter how many small boys shout, "The emperor is naked", that doesn't
change. Small boys shout things all the time. Who pays attention to
them?
It's when the emperor struggles into his pants, one leg at a time, and
poses for a photo with a prospective emperor, then the sense of
wrongness sets in and the emperor with pants on seems more naked than he
ever did before.
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