I almost feel sorry for him. It doesn’t matter what’s going to happen in the next six to twelve months.
He’s ultimately going down. Maybe five years from now (not likely), but in 10, 20, or 50 years definitely. Not in his lifetime but in the record.
There will still be some locus of human liberty in future days, perhaps not in the U.S., but the history will still be written of the cataclysmic downfall of the United States of America.
Of an administration that embraced the nation’s most determined and mortal enemies and refused even to name them.
Of an administration that treated the most successful political document in the history of history as toilet paper.
Of a leader who managed to fool everyone, including his most adamant opponents, that he did not desire what he most obviously and persistently did desire — the annihilation of the nation he had sworn to serve.
When it comes to Eric Holder, I’m reminded of the works of a 20th century historical novelist named Kenneth Roberts. His most persistent theme was the danger and and wreckage caused by small men in high places.
Contrary to conventional wisdom, Barack Obama is not a small man in a high place. He is a big man of small education and small intelligence. Why, in future years, the unforgivable comparisons to Hitler and Stalin will eventually be made.
I won’t live to see it. You probably won’t either. No matter. The record will speak for itself. It will finally be deduced that his intention all along was the destruction, utter and humiliating, of the United States of America. Revenge is a dish best served cold. And Obama has done that with an extraordinary degree of finesse. Golf and Hollywood fund raisers and basketball brackets are actually a triumph of satiric leadership. He’s been laughing at us the whole time.
Someday, they will be comparing him to Caligula, Hitler, and Dracula.
The historians will eventually stumble onto the hypothesis that the earliest days of the 21st century were a kind of national nervous breakdown, a mass suicide impulse that against all odds succeeded. He will be identified as a Great Villain, a kind of hypnotist whose bombastic rhetoric fooled all the intelligentsia in the same way the Third Reich’s fuehrer did.
Everyone knows the self ordained cognoscenti are the easiest dupes. David Brooks of the New York Times was seduced by his trouser crease. Peggy Noonan wanted to have sex with him, practically panting over his every banal utterance. Christopher Buckley fell in love with his magnificent temperament. And that’s just the so-called conservatives. All the libs and progressives and environmentalists and college radicals and civil rights activists saw in him whatever they most wanted to see.
The downfall of Obama will be written about, but those who opened their eyes late will be tempted to think there must have been some greatness there, or they wouldn’t have been so thoroughly fooled.
None of this helps Holder. When the destruction of constitutional government in the U.S. is finally written about, the arguments will be legion. Was he, and his DOJ, a Goebbels or an Eichmann? (Actually, I think the MSM have the Goebbels title locked up.)
Or, more figuratively, was he merely a Renfield to Obama’s Dracula? Eating flies while his master played midnight golf?
Caligula had all his able advisers killed off. Who he was. With all the DOJ scandals finally hitting the fan at once, will Obama come to Renfield’s rescue? Or will he simply vanish to the nearest tee for another round of golf?
But in the long run, O won’t escape either. The drip in the water that created the most horrifying ripples still came from the Great Prevaricator’s mouth. The only lifeboat Holder has.
In the judgment of history, he’s going to be a Quisling or a Marshal Petain. Or, more properly, a lowly bureaucratic order-taker like Eichmann. No hope for him.
Oh well. I don’t feel that sorry for him. It’s the usual peril of being a small man in a high place. Quelle dommage.