All we need to know about how President Obama perceives himself was revealed in his speech at the opening of the current climate change summit in Paris.
I’m not referencing the crux of his remarks — an astounding assertion that climate change is the greatest danger mankind will face in the 21st century. Not terrorism or nuclear Armageddon or a cyberwar shutdown of electricity across the civilized world – but climate change.
Actually that’s old Obama news. Back in May the president mounted his unicorn and flew to the Coast Guard Academy to give the commencement address. Climate change, he told the graduates, is actually a leading cause of terrorism. I defecate you not.
No, the thing about the Paris speech that revealed what he sees in the mirror was the length of it: He went on for 14 minutes. The problem with that?
So that all of the 150 world leaders at the summit could be heard, each had been given just three minutes to speak.
Instead, our president went on for 14 minutes, batting not an eye as the overtime warning beep sounded off every 30 seconds.
Rules are for mortals…and the mortals followed the rules: Every single one of the other 149 speakers gave up the microphone within the allotted time.
President Obama went on and on because he always considers himself the smartest man in the room, even when the room contains every significant world leader on planet Earth.
The driving dynamic at every level of human interaction – from personal relationships to nation vs. nation – hinges on a single word: territory.
Specifically, the protection and preservation of territory against all comers: My religion, my opinion, my politics…my boyfriend, my girlfriend, my spouse, my kids…my school, my city, my country…
…And if covetous space aliens ever come calling – my planet Earth.
The defense of MY and whatever word follows is why husbands and wives love and fight, why people go nuts at sporting events and countries go to war.
This is mine, what’s mine is me, and I will not abandon any part of it without a fight.And no, the theory doesn’t suffer when someone points to the pacifists and cheek-turners who bow to bullies and tyrants just to keep the peace. The territory those folks are
protecting is a conceit of the mind, the defense of a philosophy they think will set them apart from the barbarians.
To them, that philosophy is just as real as a country’s borders or a teddy bear hugged to the chest of a sleeping child.
So…if you want to know why you or anyone else does what he does – from President Obama to the neighbors next door – look first for the territory at stake.
What we’re seeing across Black America — starting in Ferguson and continuing at the University of Missouri– is a reenactment of the 1960s Civil Rights Movement, Part Two. And it’s all B.S.
Drama-hungry Kaneesha and Lateesha want to be Rosa Parks and get arrested for sitting in the front of the bus. But damn! Rosa is dead and you’ve been sitting up front for over 50 years.
Jamal and D’evon and De’ron want to be Dr. Martin Luther King and lead a march. But damn! MLK is gone too, and his dream that men be judged by “the content of their character, not the color of their skin” is alive and well across the land.
No matter. Kaneesha and Jamal want to be Rosa and Dr. King. So they select the justified shooting of a young Black who just pulled a robbery and tried to take a cop’s gun – and call it the White cops’ war on Blacks. Hands up, don’t shoot.
At the University of Missouri they select isolated racial incidents involving perhaps six white students – out of thousands – and say Whitey is waging a war on campus. They force the University’s president to resign.
Listen up, young drama-hungry Blacks: If you want to be Dr. King and Rosa Parks reincarnated, choose an enemy that actually exists. And it ain’t Whitey.
Here’s the enemy: The single women who produce 72 percent of all Black babies born in America every year. Those kids have two strikes against them when they draw their first breaths.
Here’s the enemy: The millions of uncaring young Black men who impregnate those same women then walk away – never to spend a dime or a moment of time in their children’s lives.
That’s a horrendous problem in your culture. One truly worth demonstrating and marching against. It is the enemy in your midst.
You don’t need another Civil Rights Movement. You need a Personal Responsibility Movement.
Rosa Parks and Dr. Martin Luther King did their jobs…now it’s time to do yours. Get crackin’ — and leave Whitey out of it.
All of us awoke one day to find ourselves bound to a magnificent blue ball spinning through space on a journey to nowhere.
Once you come to grips with the miracle and mystery of that, you have to believe almost anything is possible: People or something like them living on other planets, extra sensory perception, the innate goodness of man, a balanced budget…
You scoff? You lie. We all want to believe in ghosts for a simple, undeniable reason: If there are ghosts there is a hereafter. And if there is a hereafter, this life we so love on our spinning blue ball is not all there is. Life will go on.
Well, you can rest easy. Ghosts are real.
I believe it – no, I know it – because a close friend recently told me of more than 20 encounters with the same elderly female ghost in his previous house. The first time, in broad daylight, she strolled past him in the kitchen, walked down a hallway and went into a bedroom. Thinking she was a befuddled neighbor, he entered the room moments later and found only his wife and daughters inside.
After that he usually saw her in his living room, sitting in the same chair and staring straight ahead at God knows what. She would not speak to him, and when he got too close she would simply disappear.
This friend with the ghost story is no ordinary person. Jeff made a name for himself in Army intelligence, intercepting and breaking encrypted messages during The Cold War. He scored so high on the Army’s entrance test he was accused of cheating. When they made him take a different test under close supervision he scored even higher.
Years later and in a different uniform, he was the best police officer I ever supervised or served beside. He doesn’t swear, drink, smoke or do drugs. He neither exaggerates or embellishes a story. And most important – he never lies.
Ghosts are real.
But my belief is they are not humans in another form. They are the work of Satan, The Great Liar, conjured up to convince us life after death is not a glorious reunion with Jesus. No, says Satan, it is sitting in a chair in your old house, scaring the timid and staring out at God knows what.